SHORT STORY
She was young and bustling with energy. At 35, her buxom figure betrayed her effervescent gait. When she steps out of her home early in the mornings to do her routine walks, passersby are attracted to her swagger- the roll, the sway, and the strut. She's on a mission to stay healthy.
It was 5am. one Sunday. The sun had barley peeped out through the clouds. She stepped out of her home dressed in her body-fitting short pants and shirt. It was her regular four-mile walk in the neighborhood. A few birds flew across the sky. A man walked his dog. A woman pushed her baby on a stroller. The rest of the neighborhood slept.
After completing her two- mile pace, a few more members in the locale started to stir. Some drew curtains or pulled venetian blinds. A few attended to plants on their front porch. The sound of garages opening became noticeable. A trickle of cars exited. There was one semi-truck that changed the quiet atmosphere. The engine roared and the large dog at the back barked incessantly. She continued her tempo. As soon as the truck had come out of the garage, she suddenly felt the weight and the rage of the large canine on her shoulders. She fought valiantly to stave off the attack, but the animal had already taken her down. He charged at her exposed thighs and sank its teeth in it. Meanwhile, the owner tried unsuccessfully to control his hound.
The neighborhood was now fully awake from the screams of the young woman. A few summoned 911. Shortly after the emergency crew arrived and were able to subdue the dog and place it in a vehicle. The patient was sped away by the crew. The owner was located. Some furious residents picked a fight with him. He was nonchalant. When some suggested that the dog should be euthanized, he reacted angrily. The cops were eventually able to calm the squabble and the owner was taken into custody. © Wallace Paul March 2025.
She was young and bustling with energy. At 35, her buxom figure betrayed her effervescent gait. When she steps out of her home early in the mornings to do her routine walks, passersby are attracted to her swagger- the roll, the sway, and the strut. She's on a mission to stay healthy.
It was 5am. one Sunday. The sun had barley peeped out through the clouds. She stepped out of her home dressed in her body-fitting short pants and shirt. It was her regular four-mile walk in the neighborhood. A few birds flew across the sky. A man walked his dog. A woman pushed her baby on a stroller. The rest of the neighborhood slept.
After completing her two- mile pace, a few more members in the locale started to stir. Some drew curtains or pulled venetian blinds. A few attended to plants on their front porch. The sound of garages opening became noticeable. A trickle of cars exited. There was one semi-truck that changed the quiet atmosphere. The engine roared and the large dog at the back barked incessantly. She continued her tempo. As soon as the truck had come out of the garage, she suddenly felt the weight and the rage of the large canine on her shoulders. She fought valiantly to stave off the attack, but the animal had already taken her down. He charged at her exposed thighs and sank its teeth in it. Meanwhile, the owner tried unsuccessfully to control his hound.
The neighborhood was now fully awake from the screams of the young woman. A few summoned 911. Shortly after the emergency crew arrived and were able to subdue the dog and place it in a vehicle. The patient was sped away by the crew. The owner was located. Some furious residents picked a fight with him. He was nonchalant. When some suggested that the dog should be euthanized, he reacted angrily. The cops were eventually able to calm the squabble and the owner was taken into custody. © Wallace Paul March 2025.