Purple Dog

The purple dog has come out of the imagination of an artist. His soul has incarnated the clay body she offered him. From where he's sitting it can sniff dinner cooked for his master by his master's wife. 

His master's wife doesn't know about the purple dog being alive. The dog keeps quiet on the shelf. But the daughter, familiar with the lovely strangeness of the world, keeps stroking the dog's back with her fingers made of golden yellow sunrays. 

When the wife announces dinner time, the daughter hides the food bits behind the radio. When the silence spreads from the bedsheets and covers the whole room, the dog starts to eat. The master smiles. He loves to witness dogs eating. 

As night time comes, the purple dog jumps from the shelf onto the medical bed and nudges the master's hand with his golden nose. The hand makes a dome for the dog to sleep under. At midnight the dome turns into the sky. The master tries to count the stars. Night by night, he fails at some point but that doesn't matter. He starts over again. The dog wags his tail. The tail movement sweeps some stardust from above. It ends up in the master's slippers.

The master's wife snores in her bed.

The daughter giggles in the other room. 

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