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The Ravaged Valley, Just a Dog, Flash Fiction By Dominique Hodnett


Just a Dog
Flash Fiction
By Dominique Hodnett
          I was very young. We were being tailgated and my mom was angry. She accelerated a bit to put some distance between the two cars. She Drove Faster, he drove faster. She didn’t want to switch lanes in order to let the guy pass because she would be making a turn very soon. All of the sudden, a stray dog ran into the street at what seemed to be his top speed. I remember the dog well even though I only caught a short glimpse of him. He was old, gray, skinny, and filthy. It was obvious that the dog had no home and he was most likely close to his end anyway; at least that’s what my mom told me in order to make me feel better. My mom made a split second decision. She could either make a sudden stop and risk getting rear ended or she could hit the dog. She chose the latter. She told me "It's OK, it was just a dog". Fast forward. I'm on the side walk looking both ways before crossing the street. It's clear. I start to cross. A woman is stopped outside of a Parking Lot and is about to make a left turn. She looks left, she looks right, and then begins to make the turn. She was looking for other cars; not people. I see her pull out of the parking lot and I assumed that she would see me and stop. I assumed wrong. Once I noticed she wasn’t stopping I jumped and dived out of the way. She stops her car, rolls down her window, and apologizes. I told her that it was OK, I'm just a human.


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