the dog mistress
This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this story are
fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, animals, societies or incidents is
purely coincidental.
Late 1800’s. New York City in winter,
They were on their way home from a jaunt in the park. Milli’s thinly gloved
hands were numb with cold and her breath steamed out as she walked Bruce, her
landlady’s huge dog.
She only looked away for a moment.
With a low ‘wuff’, Bruce tugged the leather lead from her gloved fingers. Nose
to the ground, he galloped ahead then shoved himself through a pair of
double-doors left partly open and disappeared into a deserted four-story brick
office building. (more…)
