The blue moon made me pleasure – 4

“Maybe you’d better pull over.” The dog said, “Before you kill us both.”

I did that, shaking like a leaf, for sure now that my head was about to explode or something, expecting some sort of cosmic collapse that would steal my soul or melt my mind into oatmeal. If that hadn’t already happened.

“You need to listen to me Antony, I have a lot to tell you, and not too much time before I can’t do that anymore. Time is running out on me.”

“You really can talk…but, but you’re just a dog!” I spoke to her as though I wasn’t, still speaking to myself, or some psycho version of myself anyway.

“Well for the time being…yes, I can. Now please, listen. Like I said, I don’t have a whole lot of time.”

I had managed to pull the van off the road well out and away from the main highway. But I was still shaking like a leaf as I sat there staring at the dog, listening to her speak, which she began doing. Oddly enough, she had the exact same eyes as every woman I had met along the way.

“My name is Rose, and yes…I’m a very special breed of Golden Retriever. And I’m not the only one…there’s several of us, though not near as many as you might believe.”

“I’m not sure what I believe at the moment,” I told her, though she continued on anyway.

“You see Antony, my species, well…this particular species of dog and not all dogs either by the way, and not all Golden’s either. Just a few. We have this certain ability. We have the ability to shape change for one. I can turn into just about anything, for short periods of time before reverting back to what I truly am.

A dog. But I can also create things, not real things, dimensional things, things which seem real, and while they exist, are real. But then they too eventually go away. The thing about that is, whenever I do shape change it weakens me a little. Not a lot, just a little, as it does whenever I create things. Small things don’t take nearly as much energy as it does when I attempt to do much bigger things. Sort of like the difference between a dozen eggs and a red brick house. Understand?”

I was beginning to. But at the same time, not sure I wanted to. “Yeah, well…sort of,” I said, talking to a dog.

“Good. Now then, there’s more.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Please Antony, listen to me…I really don’t have too much longer, the sun will be setting soon, and then I won’t be able to speak to you anymore.”

“Why’s that?”

“Have you ever heard of a Blue Moon?”

“Yes, of course. They call it that whenever there are two full moons within the same month. At least I think that’s what it means.”

“Well, it’s because of that, that my species, my kind has been given a very special gift. During the phase of a Blue Moon, we are able to shape-shift, speak, and very often turn into people. Which I’ve been doing ever since I first met you back there on the road.”

“sony?”