#partofastory

Editorial

Karena perasaan tersakiti adalah cara Allah menegur dan mengingatkan kita hakikat manusia untuk selalu bersyukur dan memohon bantuan hanya pada-Nya bukan untuk menuntut dan menyangsikan.

He opened his eyes to feel the breeze, the slow wind from the endless gaze of the blue sky reflecting on the green ocean. The smell of the salt was sickening, the panting of the dog was worsening, the man feared it wouldn't be long until his faithful Maggie panted her last excruciating breath. Luckily he still had ample amounts of water left in his sack. He pulled the sack over his shoulder and stuffed his hands into a den of underwear, socks, t-shirts, and sand. How had the sand gotten in? That may be a mystery that is left to the ages. One he himself would not even begin to comprehend. He pulled his red Motley Crue shirt from the pack and gave it a shake watching the sand blow up into the blue ocean above. He hung the shirt off of his red and raw shoulder, and a wave of heat came over his face. "Holy Shit", he exclaimed in shock of the heat, he pulled out the water bottle. He remembered purchasing this bottle on Costco, with a pack of eleven others. What had happened to the others? Another mystery. One thing is for sure, he wouldn't mind about twelve of those mini-samples they would give away of fruit punch. He never sampled the punch, always the mini bits of enchiladas, pizza, Ukrainian sausage, but never the punch. Fuck the punch! Screwing off the cap made his had feel like sandpaper rubbing on gravel. "Ouch", he lifted the shirt off of his shoulder wrapped it around the cap and twisted until the stiff cap had some give. "There girl", and with that he tipped the bottle until the water was released on Maggie's waving tongue. Then he took some for himself, then took the shirt and tightened the bottle as tight as he could. Wrapped the shirt around it and stuffed back in his sack. Slinging the sack back onto his back and continuing his stride. "Maggie", where had she run off too, he could see the tracks in the snow, but no damn dog in site. "Come on girl". He took the dog whistle from his pocket and blew it with all of his might. "Useless hunk of shit", putting the whistle back in his pocket and zipping the pocket shit on his ten dollar snow-pants from Walmart. "Fucking Dog! Maggie Girl!", he continued on the path, which wasn't a path but actually a barricade of trees where the dog had taken off when they both had heard a sound. He pulled off his snow shoes and leaned them against a tree, decidedly this would make it easier to track the stupid god damned dog that had run into the fucking forest. He pushed the small twigs and branches from off his cheek, but as he pushed off each branch and new branch would come and whip him in the face, making it very uncomfortable. One branch came and whipped him right on the top of his eye, not in his eye, but on top of his eye. This lead him to wonder whether the eye could bruise or not. All pointless renderings until he could locate his dog who had run into the brush and now was seemingly gone forever. Until he could hear something very faintly in the distance. It was Maggie, by god it's Maggie, he thought. He pushed his way through the trees and then he saw the red blotches in the pearl white snow. "Fuck me! Maggie!." He could feel his whole body tense up, and the pit in his stomach had become an endless black hole. He followed the trail of blood until he could see pieces of the dog through the thick pine. Then he saw Maggie, her yellow coat was drenched in blood and the dog was just lying in a pool of the blood panting profusely. Tears started streaming down his face and his eyes welled up. He ran to the dog, whose back was torn to shreds. Must have been a cougar, He pulled the coat off of his back revealing suspenders and a t-shirt and wrapped the dog in it until it was encompassed in a red and white cocoon, and started to push his way back through the brush at a speed that seemed much faster, this time not even noticing the branches and twigs scratching and flogging his face like tiny cat tails. Before he knew it his was and the end of the trail. Maggie was the only person he had left, he knew that now.