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“Lou! Lou, come here!”
No reaction.
“I’m tired of you eating grass, you’re going to puke again!”
But the medium-sized black dog remained completely unbothered by the screams of his great friend and owner, Jem Lisotzky.
The park was almost empty as it was getting darker and colder. The wind was whistling through the leaves of the surrounding nature and the sky was fading from grey to purple. Maybe it was going to rain.
Buzzz!
Suddenly the sound of Jem’s phone ringing cut through the air.
“Yes!” he answered locking eyes with his dog’s as Lou continued his businesses.
“Sooo they said the story was beautiful”, claimed someone on the other side of the line. “Well crafted.”
Jem took a slow deep breath.
“But they’re not going to publish it.”
Jem let the breath out.
“What else did they say?” he asked.
“The usual generic bullshit, but they also asked me a question, Jem.”
Suddenly Lou stopped chewing on the grass and looked around in confusion.
“Is the book inspired by true events?” continued the voice. “Jem? Jem...?”
But Jem was nowhere to be found. His silhouette seized to accompany the small one of his dog under the big tree he was just standing beside. Now it was just Lou, the sky and the desperate voice coming from the freshly-cracked phone on the ground. It had just started to drizzle.
