I’m not sure why he despised me, but his pit bull eyes came at me with a vengeance. I deflected his strikes until I fell backward over the curb.
He pounced on me, pushing his knees into my shoulders. And I knew what came next.
The first five blows felt like mallets cracking ice, and then paralysis. I was swelling in blood but wanted this hate out of him.
Then there was stillness.
Although I felt the weight of his body on my hips, his arched back lay between my legs. I pulled up to investigate and saw his eyes rolled back and a clump of pink fibrous tongue lying on the asphalt.