Note: The nerves in the dog’s legs are firing in order of running in his sleep. I hear a growl coming from his throat. And then a closed-mouthed bark. He’ll win. Where he’s at, he’s a Rumblefish. Tonight’s movie, it so happens.
From the Oneword ‘calling’:
Fear was calling again. Leslie heard its mocking sing-song vibrating in the air. Like the sound of nothingness from a dog whistle, Fear had pitched its frequency perfectly for Leslie’s tender ears. For years and years it had squatted on her emotional landscape, notoriously baiting her with protection and switching it for pain. This day it occurred to Leslie that she might simply not answer its call. But at the mere thought, a wave of Fear swept through her body as was its right to do.