Little Almost PinkDog

The little dog was born beneath a pink sky and told that colour was a promise. By evening, the body had turned midnight blue. Nobody called it a mistake. Almost, they said, was a perfectly respectable colour.The little dog was born beneath a pink sky and told that colour was a promise. By evening, the body had turned midnight blue. Nobody called it a mistake. Almost, they said, was a perfectly respectable colour.

At the edge of the small planet, the dog took one step into nothing. A star moved closer to see. The dog stepped back. They repeated this for years, until neither could remember which one had been afraid first.At the edge of the small planet, the dog took one step into nothing. A star moved closer to see. The dog stepped back. They repeated this for years, until neither could remember which one had been afraid first.

The tongues flutter before the body moves. Curiosity leans forward; fear holds the back legs. The pink world continues to turn beneath them. If you offer a hand, wait. Some journeys begin with deciding not to run away.The tongues flutter before the body moves. Curiosity leans forward; fear holds the back legs. The pink world continues to turn beneath them. If you offer a hand, wait. Some journeys begin with deciding not to run away.