A lick disturbed my siesta and it was a puppy. He had dried tongue and was keeping on gesturing for food. I could have easily given him the leftovers, but I prefered a loaf, which I saved for the rest of the day.

I was a total stranger to him yet he waggled. Later on, when he was on a full-stomach, he bit-dragged me as if I have to accompany him to somewhere. We went down the alley, crossed the road and saw a door left open. His master in a pool of blood and reeked.