A ragged hitchhiker roadside

A red Porsche convertible roadside

A dead dog  -  Irish Setter  -  twisted and bloodied in the middle of the road

A bitch of a place  a blind curve

A bitch of a place not to have a leash no matter ones opinion if a dog should be troubled or not

A bitch of a place to play fetch  

Bitched                                                                                                                                             

the hitchhiker stood transfixed roadside  his arms spun from his shoulders            

electric antennae broadcasting horror venom and spleen                                                     

his jaw working threats out of his distended features and grime                                    

behind him  askew  his flaccid tattered pack and flimsy bedroll

the Porsche was angled onto the scant dirt and graveled shoulder                                  

slick creamed paths were its tires skid                                                                           

there was no evident or discernible damage on its drivers side                                                      the driver sat erect                                                                                                                 

turned on his hip                                                                                                                            

his right arm extended                                                                                                    

fingers winding around and worrying the bright metal brace supporting the passenger seats headrest                                                                                                                     

observing the magnificent agitation unleashed at him                                                    

its froth and ejected spittle                                                                                                

its contorted chomping black maw

I felt badly for the dog   and easily visualized either man dead in the road

                                              

and as I watched through my rearview mirror on the ensuing straightaway                  

the Porscher dispassionately accelerated into traffic                                                                            either at a loss of what he could do         

or fatigued by the violent berating    

he couldnt possibly hear                                                                                                     

I cringed                                                                                                                             

the Porsches right headlight was a popped bloodied empty socket

    

1504,  Thursday,  10  4. 14