Memory of My Dog

I remember when I a kid, I had one dog. The name of the dog was Boy. One day my uncle came to ask me to borrow my dog and I agreed. He brought the dog to the jungle, and when they arrived to the jungle the dog nipped the deer and my uncle brought it to my house. My parents brought the deer in the garden. Every morning, afternoon and evening, I gave some food like leaves, grass and water. One day my dog died and I felt sad and cried. I can’t see my dog again.

Venancia dos Anjos


Writers gather to read audience comments at the launch party and reading of Writing Around Memory and Place