As the Grass Grows

I sat in my favorite chair and stared out the window. Ahead of me was a small area of grass, something a tenant had planted on the pavilion of the apartment. My friend had paid extra to get our place to have a window and door leading out to it. It was my favorite area to look at.

I missed him now as I sat in my chair, looking out into this grassy patch. He had said he would be right back, he just needed to get a tune up on his arm and leg. Both were old and beginning to rust. It had been raining when he left, a slow cold drizzle that would pierce deep into your body if you let it. I had watched as the back of his car lit up red before lifting with an exhaustive sigh into the sky. It sailed him away.

While he was gone I toiled away at my tasks around our two bedroom place. I first took my time with the cleaning, taking the items I left thoughtlessly all over our home and placing them back where they belonged. There would be the occasional mechanical noises up in the corner of the room, the signal that the camera was still on and watching me. Sometimes I wondered who was on the other side of the lens.

After I had cleaned up, I went to the kitchen and found the food that had been prepared earlier in the day. Despite the lingering smell it gave off, I couldn’t help but love the taste of it. I chowed down until I felt as though my stomach would burst, and then polished it off by guzzling down some water. As I walked back to the kitchen, I watched as the lights above kicked on with my movements. It astounded me how the hallway knew to light the way for me. Back in the living room, I pawed at the remote until the news came on and plopped onto the couch. I slept.

I awoke to a crash outside of the apartment. It startled me and I yelped out before running over to the window. The rain was coming down hard now, illuminated by the bright signs on the walls and the cars flying by at a breakneck speed. It was hard for me to take in all at once. I tried to find what made the noise, but I struggled to see what had awoken me from my slumber.

Then I saw him, my friend. He had slammed his car door shut and was walking towards the apartment. His arm and and leg looked shiny and new in the rain. Almost like the day he had them installed. I was excited to see that he had returned and began to let my tail wag when I saw the stranger behind him. He was a tall stranger in a black coat. He had a large, bulky frame and the only thing I could see was the red, cybernetic eye. He was closing in on my friend.

I let out a bark, and then another. I was doing anything I could to warn my friend. He was now walking in the grass and ignoring my warnings. He lifted his metal arm to wave with a smile on his face. Behind him, the stranger lunged forward, knocking my friend off his feet and onto the ground. My friend let out a scream as the stranger pulled a shiny and sharp object from his pocket and let it plunge into my friend. As my friend let out a howl of pain, I barked in unison, trapped inside our home and unable to help. The stranger stood and looked at me, red eye aglow, before walking towards my friend’s car. He got in and I let another bark out and watched as the door closed. The car lifted and was gone.

I looked back out at my favorite spot. My friend was there lying in the rain. He hadn’t moved since the stranger left with his car. I barked at him a few more times, but he wouldn’t come. I stopped and just stared at him. The rain came down harder but it could no longer help my friend to move any faster towards our home. Instead, it just made the grass continue to grow.

Author: tynoel

Professional writer and blogger. Author of the book A Monstrous Tomorrow.

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