I Saw A Dog Decide.

 I Saw A Dog Decide.

The sun was warm against my face. It was five minutes till the tram come, so I decided to enjoy the natural warmth while I waited. A red car approached, driving by slowly, carefully. Behind me was the local ICA shop, a few morning people sneaked in and out of the shop scarcely. The red car passed by me, drove a few meters, and made a U turn just outside the ICA shop.

A glanced inside the car and made out an old couple. The old man backed the car unevenly. Drove a few meters forward and then reversed a second time. I couldn’t tell if he meant to park or drop off his partner. He gave up perfection and turned off the engine. They stayed inside the car, I got bored and turned my face to concentrate on the warm rays of the sun.

The Man And His Dog.

In front of me a man was walking his dog, he stopped. I looked at his little dog. It reminded me of Snowy, only that it had brown patches here and there. The leash was long, the little dog was between the two tram-railways staring right in front, a cross. Curious.

Come, the man said quietly and gently pulled on the leash. The dog turned its little head quickly to him and quickly back. I looked to its ahead, curious of his/her curiosity. Further on, on the path of his/her gaze was a park, good parents were out with their little ones, the children playing noisily. The dog stared.

I looked at the man, never once seeing his face as he looked at his dog, seemingly oblivious of the sun, its warm, me, the red car, the old couple inside, the park, the parents and their children and the fact that the tram was due in three minutes.

Come, he said, a little louder now, and pulled on the lead, a little harder now. The dog made to turn, its whole body, made a ninety degrees turn, looked at its master(?) another ninety degrees back, and stared still. I raised my head, the sweet calming warmth soothing my face.

Come, I heard. An interruption. I looked at the man, I swear he felt my inquiry glance. I looked at the dog. Standing upright on its four. Its body firm its face forward, its eyes fixed. Come, he said a fourth, pulling the little dog a little gently firmly harder. The dog, I couldn’t tell its gender, nor its intended engendering agenda.

The man looked at his dog. the dog pulled on its leash forward, its little body strained. The man slowly gave in, he followed the little dog. Happily, it run across the rails. Directly after, it turned left and crossed that road too. The little dog decided, the man abided. 

The Little Red Car And Corona.

I looked at the old couple, still inside the red car, parked outside the ICA shop, seemingly oblivious of the sun, its warmth, me, the dog and its man that had just left, the park, the parents and their children and the fact that the tram was due in one minute.

A young man came out of the ICA shop, he wore its uniform, carrying a stuffed shopping bag. He approached the red car, the old coupled watched him come. The lady waved. The young man grinned. The lady was saying something, but the car window stayed up. The young made a face put the stuffed bag down, just beside the red car, straightened up looked inside the red car, turned and went back inside the ICA shop.

The lady opened the door, her eyes on the bag, she stumbled on the road's edge, her arms grappling the air. She found her balance, I sighed. Without turning her eyes from the stuffed bag, she bent, picked it up, opened the back door of the red car, shoved it in, got back in the car and shut her door. They murmured, as the old man engaged the car, then stopped, for the tram.

As the doors swung open, I thought, should I wear a mask, seemingly oblivious of the fact if the driver was looking at me.

P Bryan Njoroge.