Flash Fiction (a Hundred Words or Fewer) #39: Red Snoopy

Near downtown Pittsburgh’s annual furry convention (people who very much enjoy dressing up as anthropomorphic animals), a red Snoopy in a swashbuckler’s costume shouted “I love you, man!” as he approached me on the sidewalk.

I replied “My sixteen-year-old son got arrested for smoking pot yesterday, and I wouldn’t bail him out ’cause I thought a night in jail would teach him a lesson.  He’s in the hospital now, ’cause his cellmates beat the shit out of him, apparently just for fun.  Do you still love me, man?”

Snoopy leaned in for a hug.  “Please, I prefer Scooby-Doo,” I said.

Copyright © 2018 by David V. Matthews

revised July 6, 2018  

 

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