going with the flo
Ed stuck his head out the front door to whistle for Flo (over-weight black lab) to come home for dinner. nothing. he walked out to the middle of Ridgemont St. way down, a tiny black dot. ‘Flo! FloooooOH!’ the dot didn’t move. Ed walked closer. Flo lay on her back, legs wide open, head completely lost inside a ripped-open hole in a black plastic garbage bag, garbage juice trickling down her neck. she was in ecstasy. ‘FLO!’ she flipped up and out like she’d been shot, landing on her feet, jiggling all over, apologizing and apologizing with those unmistakable ‘i’m sorry’ eyes. a scrap of tin foil was stuck in her mouth. she smelled like shit. i guess if my mother had ever caught me jerking off…
This is an excerpt from my book, The Paragraphs — Cutlass Press
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