What Max knew about us

 

Image by Péter Göblyös from Pixabay

What Max knew about us

Max loved us.

He would run down the street, wagging his tail furiously

every time we went by.

We bought him toys and dog treats.

Sometimes, we just petted him and he would stand there

patiently waiting for us to finish.

Sometimes he would come all the way to our door to greet us.

Until that night.

That night, Max didn’t know us any more.

He barked at us furiously, then went in and hid behind the fence.

From there, he watched us with fear.

We had treats for him that night, but he wouldn’t be bribed.

We offered our hands for sniffing, but he backed away.

He just refused to be taken for a fool.

That night, it was not us.

Some imposters had taken our bodies and possessed our souls.

I have been wracking my brains since, 

but I can’t remember anything special about the night itself.

A soft breeze was blowing, the way it always does in Greece.

The evening was warm, the air smelt of the sea and some nocturnal flowers, 

just like it always does.

We looked at each other, but we couldn’t notice the change.

The next morning, everything was as usual, but something had to be off.

I just couldn’t notice what it was, but Max knew.

Pity we couldn’t ask him and he wouldn’t tell us now, anyway.

Now we were the enemy, someone to be afraid of.

We went home that day, so we never saw Max again.

We never found out what it was he knew.

So, we just went back to our everyday lives

and pretended we had forgotten all about Max.

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