It
was a night of some sort. Stormy? Dark, perhaps? Dark like a really dark thing.
And there was a dog outside in that darkness. It, too, was dark, but not as
dark as the dark night. And it had eyes. Green ones that were green like an
object that is green. Petting the dark dog with the green eyes in the dark was
a girl. The girl was not dark, but she was crying. Her eyes were also green—greener
than the dog's green eyes—and tears moved like a similar wet substance usually
does from the greener-than-the-dog's-green eyes of the girl and they fell on
the dark dog with the
green-but-not-as-green-as-the-green-eyes-of-the-crying-girl-with-the-greener-than-the-dark-dog’s-green
eyes. Then lightning struck them and they both vanished into the dark of the
dark night.
The
End
