I’m going to try something, something that will kick this blog and website off right. Spontaneous, unprompted, largely unedited writing.
It ends when it feels right, and it starts… NOW:
What was wrong with that dog?
Katie blinked. Her eyes were wrong. They had to be. Dogs, as a rule, were not purple.
She kept one hand on the steering wheel, the other turning up the radio. Some joker dyed it. Looking back up to the road, she slammed on the brakes.
“Damn purple dogs, gonna get your purple ass killed,” she muttered.
Turning the wheel, she began to swerve around the dog, which stood still in the middle of the lane. It stood still, that is, until she was neatly in the other lane. At this point, it leaped in front of her car again.
Katie lurched forward in the driver’s seat as she hit the brakes once more. The plastic lei that hung from her rear-view mirror swung back and forth.
“What is your problem, weird dog?” She started gesturing at the dog to scoot out of the way. “Get out of the–”
The dog was on the hood of her car. It was not a dog. It held itself like a cougar. Black eyes stared down at Katie. It had its paws on the windshield. The windshield was cracking. The windshield shattered. The dog clasped its jaws around Katie’s neck.
The car was deemed abandoned. Katie, well, she’d had some problems with both the law and irate ex-partners.