The night is black. The stars are hiding, perhaps the moon is also sleeping, as the only source of light is the artificial kind.
The streetlights illuminate the neighbourhood in white.
It is that unusual time of night when an unsettling silence exists, the kind of silence where even nature itself is still. The animals that often freely roam at this time such as the Fox’, the Hedgehogs, or Bats for some surreal reason are sleeping in their dens. It is as if a witch has cast a spell on this unassuming neighbourhood.
Nothing stirs, or so we thought, actually there is something moving, something stirring. Is it an animal? A ghost? A witch? No. It’s a Max.
Max is holding the leash of his Pitbull named ‘Meme’. He walks in this unsettling silence. Every step he takes makes a loud clattering sound on the uneven concrete. His subtle breathing and the ‘hum hum hum’ tune he whistles break this silence.
Max looks left then right. “Hey Meme wanna run around the park?”
Meme looks at Max and pants. “Geez why are you so desperate. Fine I’ll let your run around the park. But only a little, got it.”
Meme continues looking up at Max and panting. Max can’t help but smile at Meme and lead her into the park.
“Oh it’s pretty creepy here at night, ain’t it?”
“We’ll only stay a little.”
Meme nods and pants.
Max un-clips Meme’s leash, takes a ball from his pocket and throws it. Meme barks excitedly and runs after the ball in a frenzy.