A dog

 I stare at the dog. I won't be here long anyway. The dog stares at me, and I know it can't hurt me because it has a cage. The dog's eyes widen slightly, looking at me. I smile coolly and look away.

Outside the dog's cage is a palace where a powerful king lived during the Silla Dynasty. Behind the palace is a cafe made of hanok, and in front of the cafe is a small road. As I walk there, I think about the dog. The dog doesn't hurt me. I'm not afraid of dogs. Behind the palace, children are buying ice cream. They are carrying balloons and passing them around. I walk past the people coming and going and enter the café, where the aroma of coffee wafts through the air. 

I'm not here for any great reason. I'm here for a quick trip, and the people in the palace district are calm and tidy. I glance at my watch. 3:33. I turn down a side street and enter a department store. A dog is sharpening its claws on the ground. I see it and turn around. 

The dog suddenly yelps and lunges at us. I look at it. The dog is running, to me