Crossing over

I saw a stray dog across the street some time around noon. He just stood there, looking at me. The traffic was heavy. He moved forward a step, then took two steps back. Some cars honked. Suddenly there was a scream. Then a screech from a vehicle. Then a crashing sound.

There was a trail of blood. Sags of fleshes scattered. A body laid still in the middle of the street. The man's head was reduced into a puddle of spaghetti bolognese.

The traffic was at a stand still. The dog crossed the street, passed by me and walked on with moderate grace.