Everything went quiet for a second and the lassie stopped and turned, kindo stiff. Then came this tapping, like ane o them military drums, pounding, all sticks onto skin, or teeth onto wood; rattling, a kindo rattling sound. Then I saw twa shiny circles, moving fast in the dark wi the noise. They got closer and I could see they were eyes, bobbing up and doon wi some body close to the groond, bouncing flecks o blue-black muscle in and out the lamps; a dog, a great big dog, hammering its nails into the tarmacadam, chasing. I didnae know how it could be aff its leash rampaging doon the street like that, maniac o an animal so it wis, chewing air like full o rabies, wi giant streams o spit pouring oot its mooth, then flinging back, hitting it in the face. She was dragging her foot too slow, run, run, run, for she was far enough away, run now you daft lass, run.
She moved faster across the road, forgetting her pain, and heading in my direction. The dog spotted her and followed. I shut my light aff so they couldnae see me watching. I could see the dog better then, wi its ribcage bounding, swallowing its head so it landed closer. No animal, just bits o fur-lined bone wi air moving aboot inside.
She wis running towards my windee, looking through my nets right at uz. I was relieved for a second coz she kept running past, but then I heard her going doon the alley, roond the backs. I moved as quick as I could to the back door, but it takes some time in my condition, and my chair always sticks in that alcove through the kitchen. When I got there, the door was near aff its hinges wi aw the pounding going on ootside, she wis banging that hard wi her fist and saying, “Let uz in Missus! Let uz in!”
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