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The Short Form

“We Killed Mangy-Dog”

Luis Bernardo Honwana


Mangy-Dog looked at me when I turned to him. His eyes had no shine in them at all but they were enormous and full of tears that trickled down his muzzle. They frightened me, those eyes, so big, looking at me like someone asking for something without wanting to say it. When I looked at them I felt a weight much heavier than when I had the rope all trembling from being so stretched with the creaking of bones trying to escape from my hands, and with the whines that came out in squeaks, smothered in his closed mouth.