(Formerly published)
The slow and somewhat staccato movements of the figure ahead of her made Astra wonder what was going on: "Who is that - or WHAT is it," she thought to herself. Exactly at that moment, Sir pulled his leash and she looked down and saw her small, but very feisty dog trembling with his tail tucked in. "Hello, Sir," se said, "What's wrong?" she ran her fingers soothingly over his spiky fur, but the only respons she got was an unhappy glance: Sir was not a happy doggie right now.
She decided to find another street home and turned down a narrow side road. To her surprise Sir refused to follow her. He simply lay down, trembling and looking very unhappy. With a sigh she picked him up in her arms and carried him along. The dog was heavier than she remembered him to be, or she was weaker. "I'm tired," she thought as she passed a small group of youngish people. Right at that moment Sir let go of a yellow stream, his trembling turning even worse, but she succeeded in lifting him away from her white skirt. "Bad dog," she exclaimed, but Sir only looked at her with bottomless, dark and very unhappy eyes.
By now she was more worried and confused than angry, but she did scold him. One of the young people smiled at her and said: "He couldn't help himself, I'm sure."
As she looked up at this tall figure almost up by her side she recognized the son of an old friend. "Oh, hello, Stan. How are you?"
The young man looked surprised like he didn't recognize her, but then pulled himself together and flashed a set of perfect teeth at her. "Thank you, I'm fine."
"And your mother?" Now he looked positively confused. Astra felt very uncomfortable, but ventured a trick question: "I heard she was down with the flu."
"Oh, yes, but she is much better now."
Astra felt a chill up her spine: Her friend, whom she had known since kindergarten had died seven years ago so even though this young man resembled her son Stan 100%, he was a stranger. She walked away on legs that felt like lead and when she heard hurried footsteps from many feet she dared not turn around to face the group of strangers who was on her track. All she did was to let go of her dog who dashed away, down the street, forever out of sight as was everything else in her life ....
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