“Black Hounds” When I was a little I would spend some summers at my grandfather’s house. It was a distinctly beautiful southern Indian house built in the nineteenth century. It had a large court yard with coconut, mango, and jackfruit trees embellishing all corners. On one such warm night, when the moon was full and everyone was asleep, I suddenly woke up. I looked out the window onto the yard and to my astonishment saw three monstrous black hounds, each standing about twelve feet tall with large white teeth and glistening red eyes. They were tracking a scent, stealthily inching closer to our front door. My heart was pounding and palms sweating. I moved slowly as to not make any sound, and carefully closed all the windows, and latched all the doors. Before I could wake up my grandfather, I saw that one hound was at the window. I could see his shadow on the floor. I held my breath and sneaked into the kitchen pantry, where the smells of the spices I thought would cover up my tracks. In there I heard a slow panting. I turned around and opened the skylight. The moon light shone brightly to reveal a large white greyhound, laying on the floor, wheezing. He was stuck in a thick white ooze and very looked ill. I heard the three black hounds gently pushing the front door. In my mind I heard a voice, “we have come for your soul.” #hound #greyhound #blackdog #dream #oaklandart #oaklandartist #oaklandillustrator #moonlight #angels #whitedog #shadow #procreate #illustration #art #fear #nightmare (at Oakland, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn5NirdBmrC/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=sleb08gr1zrg
