Death of a Friend

I screamed his name but he wouldn’t move. He just stood there staring at me with a confused look on his face. Why didn’t he follow my brother, the risk taker, the careless one, the one who had jumped across the tracks in front of the train? Why didn’t he stay behind with me, the responsible one… the one who never took chances and always did the right thing? Either way he would still be alive. But his indecision sealed his fate. All I could do was stand there and watch his lifeless body flash in and out of the shadows of the moving train as it flew past. I stood there in silence until the tracks were clear and it was safe for me to cross. As I approached his lifeless and mangled body I couldn’t help but to think…“What a stupid ass dog.”

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