Strange... take from it what you will.

[fierce]

"Go home, ya troublemaker!" The train driver yelled as he forced Bram off the train. Bram stumbled drunkenly against a metal railing, wincing as the harsh lights cast eloquent shadows in the long grey grass beneath his feet.

He pushed himself off the metal rail and took a few steps forward before realising he didn't know where he was going. More importantly, he didn't know where he was. The train rails on the road beside him shimmered strangely in the streetlights. They were green. Green like the eyes of Bram's only love, Fido. He remembered what his father had said when they had first found Fido: "Gren eyes, strange on a dog, and such an ugly dog at that." Later that week Bram had left home at the tender young age of 37 to persue a life with Fido. Bram's father had been apologetic, not wanting him to leave.
"I'm sorry son... I didn't mean to call her an ugly dog. But you do have a strange relationship with her..." His father had trailed off and Bram had slammed the door as he left.

The first week was terrible. Bram had trouble finding an apartment that would accept Fido. "Bloody fascists." He would mutter after each painful rejection.

Then, finally, success. "Yes, we'll take her. Why, I had one just like her when I was young. Green eyes? How unusual!" The landlady had exclaimed. Bram and Fido moved in the next day.

Now, tow months later, Fido was dead. Hit over the head with a shovel by the crazy old gardener in the park across the road from their flat.
"You won't dig up anymore of me geraniums, ya dirty mongrel!" The gardner had shouted with each blow of his shovel.

Bram was sick of the city, with the vague people and their empty faces, and the street-dogs who would give you their love for a cheap doggy treat and a belly rub.

Far away, Bram heard the bells of the next train. There was nothing left for him in this drugged, washed-up town. Maybe happiness was waiting in the next town, just a few miles away...

[Alice I]

That is an interesting premis for a story.
You could take it in some wacky directions.

~Maybe Bram will fall in love with a cat next?
~Or if Dad really wants to get Bram to come home maybe he can do the whole pet cemetary thing and bring Fido back to life.
~You could have Fido come back as a ghost dog and rip up the old gardner's geraniums every day.

Can't wait to see what you plan next for Bram.

[fierce]

Thanks for your suggestions, Alice. I'm working on what Bram will do next, but it's difficult because I have to write in feelings and experiences, without much more than incidental dialogue, because one of the main characters is incapable of speech. you might notice also that Bram doesn't actually talk in this story either. It seems to me that it makes the reader feel more separated from the characters than you would be otherwise, but i'm not sure because i'm pretty critical of my own work.

But yeah, you're suggestions are really interesting, i've definitely taken them on board

[Courtney Piddle]

thats a really good start, i'm intreagued as to what happens to bram next