Pocket Fiction

Superlatives

Published May 26, 2018 in Uncategorized - 0 Comments

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They shared custody of the dog.

Who had always been dangerous.

First day Jack brought him home,

from a prison like pound in Carson,

Gave him a bath and

afterwards, as they were drying him off,

he snapped

and bit Jack pretty severely.

Now, three years later

and a hundred crises smarter,

Tom Waits (that’s the name he had at the pound)

has to come home early

because he fucking bit Meta Jane.

“He’s in the dog house” she said.

“Why?” asked Jakck.

“He bit me.”

“Ah!” said Jack.

Here he was trying to win her back and…

Boom! The ex-convict blows it.

Ninja star to the solar plexus.

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