Bored

we caught eyes across the room. She smiled, the type of smile you're pretty sure could give you syphilus just from looking. I decided to leave. The air outside was getting warmer, as the nights continued to grow shorter. The trees filled fat with sleepy pidgeons swayed ominously under their girth, newly thatched with baby green leaves. A dog arrived, he licked the toe of my shoe. He then preceded to urinate on my leg. Stunned and curiously arroused I let him empty the rest of his unusually large bladder into my strangely, already urine soaked sock. I continued down the street listening to the lopsided slushing of every other step, feeling the warm dog liquor flowing between my toes. The dog followed along side. He looked up and if I hadn't known better I would have thought he was smiling, laughing, knowing the horrible truth that lay at the bottom of my shoe. He knew but he wouldn't share. He knew, that mangy park rat, he knew that they knowledge would only lead to my insanity. Cornelius, he said his name was, if it's true that he could talk, although I'm sure that he could laugh. He laughed and snickered and wheessed as he stroled beside me occassionally stoping to rub his anus upon the cool green turf bordering the park. The grass was inviting and the park empty. I moved from the road into the park, carefull to avoid the streaks where Cornelius had cleaned his cravace, feel into the faetal position and slept. This is a completely fictional story, and likeness to fact is pure coicidence. Thank you and good night.