Lurch had been left, well, in the
lurch. The man who’d been feeding him scraps for the past week had gone
indoors; leaving Lurch out in the rain. He’d decided to stay outside as he didn’t
want to lose track of the man; but it was also raining and there was nowhere
for him to take shelter. He’d tried burrowing underneath a dumpster but he
couldn’t stand the smell that protruded from above him. And so he’d taken to
aimlessly wander in circles; occasionally stopping to sniff at a passer-by in
the hope that they would give him some food. All the humans seemed very busy
darting about in their trench coats and umbrellas carrying various bags; probably
to find some sort of shelter. But Lurcher had nowhere to go, just like the man
who was feeding him. Where was he anyway? It started to get colder and colder and
the wind picked up. Then a gate swung open beside the pub as someone dashed out
into the abyss. Lurcher creeped forward, hoping to find somewhere dry for the
night.
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