Gemotions

He heard the jingle of a collar before the canine intruder appeared, a blur of brown fur. David froze in the doorway, key still in the lock. His heart hammered against his ribs.

The dog, a goofy-looking mutt, padded toward him, tongue lolling. He'd been cornered like this before. The feeling of being trapped, unable to move, was crushing. He backed away slowly, reaching a hand out to ward the animal off.

"Go on," he croaked, his voice barely audible. The dog cocked its head, its eyes seemingly studying him with a curiosity that felt invasive. It was too much. He slammed the door and fumbled with the chain lock.