Early morning street flurry. Rudimentary missionary town, a distant memory on a very different culture. Sunrise strikes up the usual mélange of sounds – an offbeat melodic crescendo rising to a climatic symphony – of a tenacious way of living. Food scarce. Local children, bare-skinned and lethargic. Only the strong heartbeat songs survive here. Daily my family hums to jagged bicycle bells ringing, noisy cart wheels creaking, churlish market vendors all yelling and haggling over money – stay afloat, stay alive!
The music pauses. An accident. A tan-colored, small dog, it’s hunger pains growling louder than its bark, trails a smoky cloud of cooking meat & vegetables. Then a sputtering old motor scooter swerving sends idle bystanders shuffling off to the side – a small whimper.
walks the dog to its demise
dinner bowls over flow
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Inspiration: Ligo Haibun Picture Prompt Challenge. The subject of consuming dog meat as a food source in certain cultures came up in a recent discussion among my friends and me. Some said it is completely wrong, others felt it reasonable under extreme food shortage situations. What do you think?
In any case, please note, mother never (at least to my knowledge) served such a meal; however, once, while living abroad, our pet dog got hit and a family took it off thinking it was a ready-made meal. Thankfully, my father located it before their axe chopped our dog into bite size pieces. The dog survived the accident.
Ligo Haibun Library:
- Kathmandu Magic (artifactsandfictions.wordpress.com)