Dora and the Mutt
She walks by them every morning and seldom stops herself from looking at its monstrously yellow teeth, smelling its pungently acrid and vile odour, staring incessantly at those unfathomably large, emerald green eyes; their brilliancy only illuminating a further void and longing for compassionate justice. Ha! Her naive, stupefied mind truly does make me tickle with laughter; why, the mere mention of the word reputes anything remotely endearing or compassionate! Is it not that same justice which gives birth to more despicably, suffering injustice? Why, dear reader, must she see them every day in that crouched position of foetal contemplation? Oh, why must she always be hypnotically lured into the world of those which have no world to share, no words to speak, no voice to be heard? Won’t she ever learn to be so blindly ignorant like the others and simply lower her confounded gaze? Now, reader, I may be a fine critic of her incredibly credulous behaviour, but I will abstain from attempting to investigate the fragile state of her impenetrable soul; one of both troubling empathy and ambiguously, irrevocable discontent.
For over nine months did she observe Dora and the mutt; the two cared irreparably for one another. As she would burrow her head in his, he would caress her endlessly, envelop her into a state of careful reassurance and the two would transcend into a world of eternal solitude; their everlasting entanglement only further anchoring them into a dishearteningly lethargic sea of despair. Wrapped around one another, they would shield themselves from the devilishly, frosting air and use their terribly putrid, warming breaths to bring back vigorous circulation to their already-frozen spirits. Their helpless nature tortured her ever so madly, but it was through this convalescent bond of dear friendship that her sunken heart was revitalized.
Her repulsive and affectionate nature soon ceased and turned into bewilderment; it was the day Dora disappeared. She saw the mutt endlessly circulate the streets in dire need of finding his beloved; his howl of such voluminous grandeur pierced and punctured the delicate bones of her fractured body. As days, weeks and months endlessly passed, Dora was nowhere to be found. The mutt was no longer imprisoned in a world of solitude, but rather in one of terrific lunacy; his screams of foaming rage were heard from colossal distances as he would unscrupulously approach anyone who laid eyes on him. Pedestrians would become the most unfortunate subjects of his spectacle; his mind became but a baffling circus of insanity.
She walked by the mutt, slowed down her pace and attempted to decipher his enigmatic nature; no longer could she bear witnessing his evolving descent into psychological ruin. The mutt crawled towards her and his smell became all the more unbearably atrocious. He looked at her with those lingeringly, empty eyes, opened his mouth giving way to his stained, unwashed teeth and said, with the most poorly and weakest of hearts, “Please Miss, have you seen my dog, Dora?”