A lunatic talking to the moon? Then there were two sets of whispers. Suddenly, peals of laughter broke out at the place where I'd pointed. Not nice laughter. I thought of my high school cafeteria and tuna hoagies. A form jumped up, then another. The sound of the voices put them about ten feet away. "Oh my God, it's a dog!" one girl said, startled. "It's five dogs," another said, laughing. "Wait ... it's that guy from where the cops were. Is that a Seeing Eye dog? I thought you said you weren't blind!" "I kind of lied," I said, taking two steps toward them and stopping, thinking the better of it. A form bobbed up close, waving a hand up and down in front of my eyes as Lanz whined over and over. He'd been trained not to bite. If he ever bit, I had to give him back. But I didn't know what he'd do in a situation like this. "How many fingers am I holding up?" A shot of wild, laughing eyes flashed, a set of teeth. I felt my neck snap and I stumbled backwards dizzily to the tune of "Have a nice trip." Lanz barked and lunged, not helping my dizzy routine, but I held on to his harness.
What do You think about Following Christopher Creed?
