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“The Dog’s Paw” is Derek’s first horror story and was written on a balcony overlooking Port-au-Prince six weeks after the earthquake of 2010. It first appeared in the Canadian horror anthology CHILLING TALES: IN WORDS, ALAS, DROWN I and was also selected for inclusion in Ellen Datlow’s YEAR’S BEST HORROR VOLUME SIX.
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The Dog’s Paw by Derek KunskenA cloud of gray smoke expanded around them. Tears leaked from Mr. Abdullah’s eyes and Lewis put his arm around him. He took Mr. Abdullah’s cigarette to tap off the ash and left both cigarettes in the ashtray.
“You are a great man,” Lewis said in Arabic.
Abdullah shook his head.
“You have a big heart,” Lewis said, “and I’ve come to help you.”
A choking sob burst from Mr. Abdullah.
“Tell me why you cut off your arm,” Lewis whispered.
Abdullah’s browned lips pressed into a damp line.
Lewis sighed. “Show me your arm.”
Abdullah turned his head sharply away.
“These marks are a sign,” Lewis said, “nothing more. Show me.”
Abdullah shook his head, but Lewis held him and lowered the blanket slowly. Mr. Abdullah’s wife squeaked and turned away. The edge of the blanket revealed a dog’s paw, furred in brown, with black pads under the foot, hugged close to Mr. Abdullah’s chest. Lewis gently pulled at the paw. He stroked the fur.
“We can fix all this,” Lewis said.
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By Escape Artists Foundation“The Dog’s Paw” is Derek’s first horror story and was written on a balcony overlooking Port-au-Prince six weeks after the earthquake of 2010. It first appeared in the Canadian horror anthology CHILLING TALES: IN WORDS, ALAS, DROWN I and was also selected for inclusion in Ellen Datlow’s YEAR’S BEST HORROR VOLUME SIX.
Please donate what you can to help Talliston House survive!
The Dog’s Paw by Derek KunskenA cloud of gray smoke expanded around them. Tears leaked from Mr. Abdullah’s eyes and Lewis put his arm around him. He took Mr. Abdullah’s cigarette to tap off the ash and left both cigarettes in the ashtray.
“You are a great man,” Lewis said in Arabic.
Abdullah shook his head.
“You have a big heart,” Lewis said, “and I’ve come to help you.”
A choking sob burst from Mr. Abdullah.
“Tell me why you cut off your arm,” Lewis whispered.
Abdullah’s browned lips pressed into a damp line.
Lewis sighed. “Show me your arm.”
Abdullah turned his head sharply away.
“These marks are a sign,” Lewis said, “nothing more. Show me.”
Abdullah shook his head, but Lewis held him and lowered the blanket slowly. Mr. Abdullah’s wife squeaked and turned away. The edge of the blanket revealed a dog’s paw, furred in brown, with black pads under the foot, hugged close to Mr. Abdullah’s chest. Lewis gently pulled at the paw. He stroked the fur.
“We can fix all this,” Lewis said.
The post PseudoPod 392: The Dog’s Paw appeared first on PseudoPod.