Dog reclined on the back porch with Human and Cat. They sipped wine coolers, enjoying the twilight. At least, until Cat started with his typical conservative talking points. "...and that's why you should be wearing a suit to meet the President." "What does it matter how someone is dressed?" said Dog. "The important thing is ending the war. Oh wait, I forgot, all you guys want to do is start wars, not end them. What a joke." "What did you call me??" screamed Cat. "I didn't call you anything, you clown." "That's it!" Cat leaped to his feet, knocking over everyone's drinks. "Hey!" said Human, obliviously pointing at the night sky, smoke wafting up from the cigarette held between their fingers. "Look at that. It's the international space station." There it was. Orbiting right overhead. The three companions watched in wonder until the station dipped beyond the horizon. When he went to return to the conversation, Dog realized he was feeling a bit woozy from the wine cooler. "Time to call it a night," he said. "Yeah," said Human, taking a drag on their cigarette. Cat, meanwhile, had already passed out on a porch chair. Typical Cat.
“Dog and Human: Cooler Heads”
for #MicrofictionMonday
