A dying stray dog,
A wet concrete road,
A speeding car.
Someone’s dream was broken that night. Someone’s heart was shattered.
The rains poured heavily like the tears of the dog who could never cross the road to find it’s master. The clouds barked and howled in pity at the slum child whose pet was run over before his eyes.
A stereo played a plagiarised Bollywood song as the driver dreamed of having violent sex with the objectified image of the woman from the song.
The road only sat there quietly, observing the horror that we call humanity. It was only aeons ago when creatures that respected the land lived here. She wasn’t covered in black tar back then. She was free to fly with the wind, part by part.
Too bad, she wondered, When will they ever learn?