In the corner of a curved ally sat a man with weathered hands and a guarded frame. Beside him, a black dog rose as I neared, echoing the man’s hungry smile Orange obdurate eyes tracked me footstep by footstep. My pulse quickened and my feet surged me forward Eyes front, I did not stop to look back Not because I believed all dogs to be inherently vicious But because I knew that dogs -like men- could be made into monsters. . ~ . When I ask myself if it’s worth it to slow and take the chance The answer is always no.