Microstory Monday

From the Kennels of Dada

The shoebox on my lap has begun to leak, and the young man across from me, the only other person on the subway, is staring at it.
"I'm Gary," he says, and I grunt.
"What you got in the box?" Gary says.
"My dog," I say, and cough, trying to sound contagious.
"Your dog?" he says, incredulous, and leans closer. "It piss the box?"
I shake my head.
"What kinda dog is it?" he asks, standing.
"It's, um..." I mutter. "It's a new dog."
"No, chump, it's breed." he says, sitting next to me. "Like, is it a wiener dog?"
I pull the box away. "Please," I say. "Just leave me alone."
"Lemme see it," he says, grabbing the lid.
"No!" I shout, tugging back, and when the car jerks to one side, the box flies open and the contents tumble moist onto Gary's lap. There is a pause, and then when It barks, Gary screams. 
He's still screaming when we get to my stop, and because I can't get it loose, I leave the dog.

Comments

[Enna Isilee]

Hm... I like it. It's creepy but cool. Makes me wonder...

[the wife]

I'm so glad you left the dog.