Julia has asked for 100 words regarding – the black dog that walks beside me
In parts of rural Britain, Black Dog is ghostly harbinger of death.
A thousand questions demanded of me but I could answer none of them. Too preoccupied was I with enduring the burden which befalls me now, driven by my second sense to go to him.
A bitter wind hurled rain like shards of glass tearing at me, soaking me to my skin yet I would endure any burden to be with him, to hold his hand when his number’s called and ease his transition to the other side. Yet try as I may, I became aware of the black dog that walks along beside me and I knew he’d been alone.