It...it followed me.


It followed me to my work. It was waiting there, right in front of my office building as I was just about to step outside for lunch.

I saw how dirty it was, how greasy and grimy that coat of fur really is. It saw me through the glass. It must have seen me, because it started growling when I took a step forward.

This...this sounds crazy, but the corners of its' mouth were twitching. Like...

Like a smile.


Agh, I'm freaking out over some stupid dog meandering around the city. It's late. I should sleep.