Creative writing inspired by "The Road" by Cormac McCarthy.

that?See what?That dogWhere?Over there it looks hurt papa?Yes it doesCan we save it papa?NoI knew you were going to say that please papa it looks like it needs some food that’s allWe need food tooOkayOkayHe carried on in a slow pace along the road, in search of a place to stay for the night. It was getting dark. As he pulled along the last of their belonging on the cart the boy stopped and looked back and didn’t move for a few seconds.What are you doing?We can’t leave it papaYes we canBut that could be us and what if no one helped usOkaySo can we keep it?If we mustHe carefully turned the cart around and pulled it in the other direction towards the abandoned dog. The rusty cart started to become stiff and it became difficult for him to pull along without him getting out of breath. The father stroked the dog with his holey matted gloves and felt the dry straw like hairs on the dog. He grabbed some water he had left in his luggage and sipped it into the dog’s weak and tiered mouth.They untangled some string they had tied around the cart and put it around the dog’s neck to use as a collar and help drag it along the road for a while. As the dog slowly made its way along the road behind the father and son it began to become even weaker and suddenly fell to the ground. They decided to stop as well and make a bed for the night as it was pretty dark by now. Is it going to die papa?Yes When?I don't know soonOkayThe boy wrapped himself in his blanket and tried to get some sleep while his father struggled to make a fire. When morning came the first thought on the boys mind was if the dog was dead. It wasn't. They knew they all had to get something to eat or they wouldn’t have any energy for the day to carry on walking. His father went for short walk in the early hours of the morning to find some food for them to eat. He found 2 apples on the ground which had become extremely mouldy but were the only thing they could find and then he father cut them up using his hand make knife and they ate them. They had equal portions but the only thing the boy wanted to do was give his to the dog. It's yours not the dogsI don't want itYes you doI don't want the dog to dieIt's going to die But we can save itNo we can'tOkay The boy looked sadly into his papas eyes and felt himself becoming tearful Are you okay?Yes papaWhen they finished eating they began to set off again as they still had a long way to go. The dog looked a little better but was still very weak. The weather was starting to become greyer and they could feel the damp air and as they continued walking once again the dog fell to the ground. The boy rushed to see if it was okay and placed his arms around it to keep it warm. It was shaking violently. The boy was getting worried. It wouldn't stop and continued to shake. The father tried to help the boy but there wasn't much he could do. It was dead. Is he dead papa?I think soIsn't he going to wake up?NoThe boy started to cry and the papa held him in his arms and tried to comfort him. That could soon be usWe will be fineBut what if we aren't We will beOkay papaOkay