This piece of flash fiction was originally published in The Writers Post Journal in October 2005. Sadly, the publication no longer exists.
Update, This piece has been reprinted in Fiction Southeast.
Update, This piece has been reprinted in Fiction Southeast.
Cow Dog and Swift
Screen Shot of the print page. |
I often wonder the worth of food, the
midday meal, the tiresome dinner, the dog in the backyard. My wife May has fattened the beast up – a
Great Dane exercised to extreme, made to be our cow. The kid loves the cow dog, calls it Mabel,
treasures gorging the thing. She doesn’t
understand our family predicament, but eats and eats and eats. The kid eats beyond comprehension; so she
must understand, I will force comprehension upon her. Today is the dog’s day to become shredded
beef and steak, to meet my long, curved knife; the kid will eat well, dine on
the fine meat, burgeon on. Eventually
the kid’s turn on the chopping block will come. We have read Jonathan Swift, treat his words
as biblical – Swift was an honest, correct prophet.
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