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The Iberian Horseshoe — A Journey

Part III. South East

The Dogs of Villajoyosa

Steve Porter

Global Fiction

First publication: March 2007

http://badosa.com/n250-43

Mary and I were becoming a minority. All our friends seemed to be getting married. I thought of weddings. Of buying clothes I would never wear again. Of getting stressed out about who to invite and where to draw the line. Of not having enough time to speak to guests who had travelled a long way to be there. Of whatsisname who doesn’t want to sit next to so and so because they used to have a thing going, and whatsisface so drunk that the day would be a blank anyway.

I was in the shade, away from it all, eating squid on the seafront at Villajoyosa, as two mongrels fucked away on the pavement in front of us.