I am getting more confused by the day. I have to walk my dog, but things are happening that have me a little unnerved. One evening, after sundown, I was out on the main road, on the sidewalk going about our buisness, me and Jack. From out of the shadows ahead, a human shadow starts striding towards us. Now, usually, people will give us a little room, but this guy just keeps coming towards us. Jack starts wagging his tail like he is greeting an old friend. When he gets close enough he stops to let Jack jump up on him. He looks to be about thirteen years old. He says with a smile, ''Nice dog''. I say, ''thank you''. And Jack puts his paws back on the ground and acts like nothing out of the ordinary has happened. We finish our outing with nothing else happening of note. But I could not get that boy's face out of my head. It stayed there and haunted my thoughts. The next day we were out for a walk again, earlier in the day this time, around dusk. Plenty of light, so I could see pretty well. From the same direction that the shadow came from the day before, a boy, or should I say a youth of about sixteen, at least he looke like he could be sixteen, came towards me, and with the same face as the boy the day before, asks ''What breed is he?'' as he bends over to love on my dog. I tell him that Jack is part Jack Russell and part some kind of bull dog. Immediately and without reservation, he says, ''Bull Terrier''. When I got back into the house, I did a search for Bull Terriers, and at first, I did not find any dogs that ressembled Jack in the slightest. But I kept looking and then found an American Bull Terrier that looked like Jack. But then my thoughts fell back on the boy who gave me that link. It looked like the same boy, but how could he age so much in one day. I was sure that he was thirteen the first time I saw him. Then I just dismissed the whole issue as their being brothers, and went about the rest of my day. The next day he did not show, but I started thinking about the boy and how good looking he was, and how friendly, and I started wondering about his sexuality. And so, the day following, at dusk, with plenty of light, I saw the boy/young man coming towards us from the other direction, but we were heading in that direction, so he was coming to us. But NOW he looked like he was at least eighteen years old. Jack is extremely happy to see him and starts jumping up and down before the boy is close enough to jump up on. ''He's a beautiful dog,'' he says while rubbing Jack's ears. The boy was smiling the whole time, I am sure it is the same person. On the way back to our apartment, I think again about how friendly the boy was, how good looking, and his tight blue jeans. A stray thought crosses my mind. I wonder if he is aware of the little gay community in our building. And so it goes, I haven't seen him in a while, so he sort of slips away from my thoughts. Days go by. Then, surprise, surprise, I get off the elevator inside our building and almost bump into the boy. He smiles hugely at me, but says nothing. He is following one of the gays (that live in our building) down the hall. Only this time, he looks like he is in his twenties. weird, weird, weird. Time travel might explain it all, but why would anyone want to come to my timeline, to a senior's living facility, just to get a blow job. Is there somebody living here that is that legendarily professional at puffing? Or could the boy actually be a shape shifter? What IS a shape shifter's sexual preference, anyways? I wonder what kind of dreams I am going to have tonight. |