Irina came to, hurting.
She’d walked instead of taking the train. Good idea. But this deserted shortcut was a bad idea, and now some low-life had her purse.
She’d tucked a sandwich in her coat pocket. She was glad of that.
From the shadows, a mangy wolf-shape crept. Irina threw it her food, and it disappeared. She thought of old Stranger, the railway stray she patted each morning, then she blacked out.
She woke to a soft whimper, and there was Stranger. His mangy friend ran back and forth, barking furiously. ‘Over here!’ came a shout from nearby.
When I came upon a story about stray dogs in Moscow who ride the commuter trains, I tucked it away in my mind, just waiting for the right prompt. These dogs have been ‘commuting’ for decades, in the process evolving particular skills, and adapting their pack behaviour to suit this environment. I’ve just taken it one little step further.
Here are two short videos about them.