New boy

“Dinner?” she said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“You know, would you like me to take you to dinner?” he said.

“Why?” she said.

“Because…” he said.

“Because what?” she said.

“Because that’s what happens, isn’t it?” he said.

“Look,” she said. “If you want to sniff my arse, just sniff my arse.”

“Really?” he said.

“Yes,” she said.

“Right,” he said.

“OK,” she said.

It’d been barely two hours since he’d reincarnated as a dog, and to be honest, Roger was bloody loving it.

© Carl Burkitt 2014