woman and dog

On the new road which accommodates the old market, a dog walked restlessly behind a woman. She herself was behind a stroller. In the stroller was a conical straw hat for warding off the sun. She walked bareheaded, one leg pulling along stiffly, dressed simply, her bare calves thin, her brown feet dragging along flip flops. Her chin jutted out. She looked off, marginalized, weak. But the white dog saw her as a god, not just following her but pacing back and forth in her wake, an obsessive devotion showing imbalance, maybe transmitted from master to dog.