Elga the Dog

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

A man tries to get rid of his badly behaved dog, but in so doing some other mystery is solved.

A sexy sway of the hips. I’m at the window of my bungalow staring out at the neighbors’ daughter. Elgä is next to me, whining, always wanting something. ‘What is it, Elgä? We’ve just been for a walk.’ She pounces up and straight through the window. It shatters like confetti. Tempered glass. Safe but messy. I’m too tired to run after her. I stare blankly at Elgäs attempt to hump the leg of the neighbors’ daughter. Eventually I go get her.

I look over to my neighbor as I’m dragging Elgä back in and give him a smile and a wave as he says, ‘and clean that dog shit up George it’s been lying on my lawn since Tuesday’. I really hate that guy. He makes me feel subservient picking up her poo while he’s watching with approval through the window. I tried to dump her in the woods a couple of times, but she finds her way back to the house. I even knocked her out with a shovel and left her some 20 kilometers away. There is a lot of woods around this town, it’s how a lot of young girls end up missing.

‘Let’s go for a walk Elgä I said to her. I grabbed her leash and a kitchen knife, one of those fancy kamikoto knifes that promise to slice through anything.

I was shocked to find a young pup deep within Elgä’s womb, so small and unassuming. It had a gash on the side of its left temple from where my knife caught it. I stare for a moment at Elgä’s sliced open body. I have a moment of regret, picking up the little pup I say to him ‘I’ll look after you’, those are my amends to poor old Elgä. I reconsider and put the dog back on the floor anyways and leave.

I’m sat in my living-room no more than a year after that day. On the T.V I’m waiting for the never ending commercials to finish. Baking soda, Herbal teas, dishwashing liquid. Then the local news. They’ve found the body of a girl who went missing a year ago. I lean in closer to the T.V.

‘Isn’t that something’ I say in a slow monotone, transfixed at the screen, unblinking. A man comes into the scene with a dog obeying his heel command. The dog, white and gray, like Elgä, with a distinct scar across its left temple. My eyes widen and I get even closer to the screen, my heart pumps my blood so fast I feel my teeth pounding in my mouth. they congratulate the dog for finding the body. The man indicates towards the dog and says, ‘Ganger here is our number one search and rescue member, just an unbelievable asset to the team!’ They pet and treat him. The dog. I switch off the TV and lean back in my dark room where all I can see is blue and red flashes of light illuminating my walls getting stronger and stronger, until the silence is broken with a knock at the door.


Submitted: April 21, 2020

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AdamCarlton

A dark tale indeed. I think it might benefit from one more iteration where you elaborate some of the gaps you've deliberately left in the narrative. More about the relationship/connection between your narrator and the neighbour's daughter. It currently reads a bit jerky IMHO.

Mon, May 17th, 2021 7:26pm

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