short story: detroit

*originally posted in penster. again, written during work hours. comments appreciated. thanks.


detroit

when amber came inside the bedroom, her husband, alex, was still hunched over in front of the computer.

"alex!" she said as she walked towards him. "you've been there for hours. what on earth are you writing this time?" she leaned forward to look at the monitor screen.

"oh, hi, sweetheart." alex said and kissed her. "i'm working on a new novel. this one is totally different from anything i've written before."

amber sat on alex's lap. "what's it about?"

"dogs," he said.

"dogs?" amber asked.

"yes. dogs. in this story, dogs talk and act just like us. my main character, detroit, is a detective and his sidekick is his pet human, spike."

"creepy," amber said, "but nice."

"anyways, detroit is a german shepherd. and he's a breedist. he hates poodles. and he's on a case where a serial killer is killing german shepherds. and he believes it's a poodle."

amber smiled. "does detroit have a wife?"

"oh, no." alex said. "but he does have a dogfriend named kirsten." and then, suddenly, alex laughed. "i'm actually writing a scene now where they're about to have sex, humanstyle." alex stared into amber's eyes and winked.

amber giggled. "you are so naughty." she kissed him and stood up. "well, good luck on that. just come to bed when you're done."

"okay," said alex and typed away.

"i'm gonna take a bath," said amber and then began licking her fur...

[end]


first, thank you so much to red, michelle, maria and dhea for taking the time to read the
screaming vagina and sharing their thoughts. you make this struggling writer struggle less. also, apologies for the profane language but it was necessary. i hope you like this one as well.

p.s. the glorietta 2 bomb missed me by minutes.