Page 14

by Stovohobo

Add to AIMShare

Grunting in frustration, you seize the chihuahua by its tiny little body and dropkick it into next week.

You exhale, chuckle a little, and turn to find somewhere else to hide.

And walk right into the rather large frame of a robust urban housekeeper. An angry robust urban housekeeper.

“Ain’t no way ya’ll gawn’ puntin’ round mah dog wit’out permisshin. Mm-mm!” she declares, finger performing more Z-formations than the Blue Angels. Suddenly, she hears the police whistles. “In here, officers, in heah!” she cries, grabbing you by the collar.

As the policemens’ footsteps rapidly approach the door, you decide you must do one of two things:

You’ve had enough for one day. Turn yourself in, wait for your tongue to heal, and explain yourself. Go to Page 16.

Try to overpower the 356 lb. woman and run for it. Go to page 17.

Prequels

Write a prequel

Sequels

Write a sequel

Comments

Average Reader Rating: 5.0 stars out of 5

  1. Page 14

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 15 days ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    The dialogue was phenomenal. Loved the fat, urban housekeeper. And wickedly enjoyed the punting of the chihuahua and the character’s slight chuckle.

  2. Page 14

    A. Muse Morrington's Buddy Icon A. Muse Morrington

    Posted 12 days ago

    This just keeps getting funnier… that poor, poor chihuahua. heh heh heh

Want to comment on this ficlet? You need to sign in!