Serial Fiction – Page 22 – Gnawing the Bone

While on a stroll through the park on a sunny day surrounded by sunbathers, Fleegle eyes one woman in particular and says, “She has a dog painted on her leg, and a cat on the other. When she walks I bet it’s a perpetual chase, one leaping ahead of the other.”

“Those are tattoos. They’re permanent. They don’t wear off and will be with her forever.”

“I hope that dog likes cats.”

I say, “I hope the cat likes dogs.”

“Can I get a tattoo?”

“What of?”

“You, of course.” He lifts his paw. “Paint it right on my paw, that way I could lick it when you leave me at home all by my lonesome.” He whines the last bit.

“You’ve learned a new phrase.”

“I have.” He gives me a sad puppy look. “Effective, isn’t it?”

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Negotiating with Cookies – The Pyramids of Petco

Published on January 7, 2015January 8, 2015 by Raud Kennedy4 Comments

“Raud, if you could go anywhere in a blink of an eye, where would you go?” Fleegle asks.

“Could I blink myself back? Or would I have to take the bus back?”

“You could blink your way back.”

“Then I’d go to the pyramids in Egypt. I’ve always wanted to see them. What about you?”

“Petco for a squeaky ball.”

I grab my car keys off my desk. “We don’t need genie powers to blink us there. Come on, let’s go.”

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Negotiating with Cookies – Buck

Published on January 6, 2015January 7, 2015 by Raud Kennedy2 Comments

“Fleegle, what does Buck from across the street look like?” I ask.

“He’s big, bigger than me, and very furry. He could clog the bathtub drain just by walking passed it. Why? I thought you’d seen him around.”

“Well, I was talking to the neighbors across the street, and they said they didn’t have a dog. They used to have a dog named Buck, but he got loose from their yard through a hole under the fence and got hit by a car.”

“Well that explains why the biscuits he’s been trading me for Roca taste so heavenly but never fill me up.”

“I think you’ve been seeing a ghost.”

“Hmm… You’ve never seen him then?”

“No,” I say.

“Don’t worry about it. I see a lot of things you don’t see.”

“Apparently.” I pat his back. “Did you know he was a ghost?”

“It had crossed my mind, but it didn’t matter. I mean, dead or alive, he’s still Buck, and I like Buck. He’s my friend.”

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Negotiating with Cookies – Truffles

Published on January 5, 2015January 6, 2015 by Raud Kennedy2 Comments

I’m sitting on the couch watching something pointless on television when Fleegle starts nudging the back of my head with his nose, and it’s not just a nose bump, but more like he’s a pig rooting for truffles.

“Fleegle, what are you doing?”

“Where are they?”

“Where are what?”

He stops nudging the back of my head. “I overheard someone say you had eyes in the back of your head.”

“That’s a figure of speech.”

“A what?”

“Just something people say to imply you knew they were coming when you actually didn’t know they were.”

“So you have no eyes in the back of your head?”

“No,” I say and adjust my glasses for watching television.

“Then where are they? I heard someone else call you four eyes.”

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