August 2008

So a while ago I wrote two episodes in a semi-con­tin­u­ing series on ficlets, and tonight I wrote the third. The sto­ry is far from over — in fact, in all can­dor, I have no idea where it’ll wind up — but it’s been fun to write it so far.

Here it is, to date.

Jenny, who is a dog

Part 1

Jen­ny, who is a dog, came into the liv­ing room, sat down on the floor, and spoke. “What supper?” she said, tail thump­ing on the hardwood.

I stared at her. “Beg pardon?” I was shocked enough that I actu­al­ly respond­ed. To a dog. You see the state of mind I was in?

“Supper. Food. What?”

“Uh – ” I’d been mak­ing my own dog food, these days. Jen­ny was old, and store-brand food wasn’t doing her any favours. “Liver and rice, for you,” I said. “I think piz­za for me.”

“Good. Liv­er good,” she said, and trot­ted off to the din­ing room.
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