Petite Artillery – 3:AM Magazine (opens in new tab)

I am a dog. I am rabid. I bark, I howl, I bare my fangs. Spit drips from my mouth. I feel my anger boiling in black froth toward every living thing. As I run, I smell the fear and dread of people. One girl’s scent draws me in. I sink my teeth into her soft, welcoming thigh. A short story by Greta Kaluževičiūtė.