You just can’t win.

You feel it before you see it, The Black Dog – the Cimmerian demon with baleful breath, diminishing the light wherever it tracks…

The size of a large calf, its footfalls are silent – the portents of death hidden behind caliginous evil.

It squeezes into the soul.

You know it because he scrunches your stomach into a tight paper-ball and forces it out through your anus.

Then you’re a goner…

You just can’t win