Walkies? - Short Story
"Stories and stories and stories, man. That's what it all boiled down to. I tell the stories. You know, if I'm not telling them, I'm living them to tell them later. Or I'm caught in the crossfire of other people's stories. Rolling through strangers stories. Strangers coming in to my stories, you know. Just living story after story hey. Don't mean much..."
Woof woof. Woof. Woof.
"Yeah, you said it mate. Must be all right for you, hey? You don't even know it's a story. You don't know you're part of my story right now. Not that my story really matters anymore. My stories matter, individually, for the other characters... Because I guess the stories belong to them now. But my story... Do I do everything I do just to later recount it? That gets to me. We live these narrated lives, and we live through our stories.... But a narrated life, the life as a story, I don't think that's much of a life...."