This is Charlie and David.

I met Charlie at the local dog park. 

I had been watching the dogs running and playing - chasing after one another,

Charlie came over and sat down on the bench with me – thankful to have someplace out of the sun and 90 degree weather.  He seemed kind, but a bit distracted.  I asked his name.  He turned and looked at me, then looked away.

“His name is Charlie,” said David who also sat next to me. 

Charlie seemed to regain his breath and went off for another round of “I’ll bark at you, you chase me, and then I’ll rush back to my owner.”

David told me that he was a writer and was working on selling his movie script.  Yeah, sure, I thought.  I asked him what he had written and he rattled off the names of a few books (all of which I later found on the shelves of our library).  By the way, you might want to check them out - On Ice, The Gravity of Shadows, and Thief of Light.  All thrillers, all based upon the seedy part of life.

It was time to go, so I gave Charlie a scratch behind the ears, said goodbye to David, and walked away.  When I turned back, Charlie was smelling another dog.  He was a writer’s dog.  A dog that used his nose like his owner used words – to explore the underbelly of life.



[update:  I just finished reading The Gravity Of Shadows.  Wow!   David is a really good writer!  - You can be sure that I'm going to read his others.]