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
