Wednesday 13 July 2022

Mother Knows Best

The dog began regaining consciousness and saw a man standing by the kerb.

"Stupid Dog" he screamed holding his head in despair looking at his damaged car that he banged into a parked two wheeler by the road.

"Puffy" he heard and turned around to see a girl in her teens kneeling beside the injured dog. She looked at the animal and then at the man.

"Are you insane?" he heard, still looking at the girl, he turned around in the direction of the voice and found a woman in her forties standing beside her crumpled two wheeler in disbelief.
He was cornered at both ends and since out of him and the dog, only he could speak, he knew well that he had all the explaining to do.

A while ago, as he had taken the usual right turn that led to the main road adjacent his backyard, he saw a call flashing on his infotainment screen, it was his wife. A bit unusual though to receive her call within 7 minutes of him leaving home for day's work. 

'Perhaps I forgot something at home' he thought as he pressed the call connect button on the steering.
"Hello, as I said, SAM just threw up a big vomit" she sounded worried, "Is it?" He exclaimed as he heard a thud  under the front bonnet, tried to steer to the left and to avoid a crash with an approaching auto, further steered full left and ended up banging the parked 2 wheeler.

The dog seemed to have dashed from nowhere onto the main road post being poked hard by an object in its behind that made it squeal in horror and catapult forward.

The tip of an umbrella had hit the poor animal with good enough force. It belonged to an old gentleman who on his usual morning walk had this habit of using his umbrella as walking stick.

Moments earlier, the octogenarian who felt pleased to smell the fresh morning air, looked around and for a brief moment up to see the clear deep blue sky donning translucent, champagne gold clouds here and there, when something warm, thick and watery landed upon his face, cutting off his vision.

The awful smell of the stuff made him feel sick, but before he could react, his blinded self stumbled and fell face down on the ground jetting away the umbrella like an arrow.

The vomit of SAM hanging his head over the balcony of the 3rd floor flat had rained upon the old man.

Quarter of an hour before, SAM's father who was about to leave for office had enquired from his wife, if their son had taken the morning dose of his vitamin syrup.

"Don't force him to, he will vomit" she had warned.

"Let me handle this ok" he had then replied ●