…a oneword for fun. Prompt was “spike.”
Photo “Dawn #3” © cfarivar
Chester bounced out the jetway and trotted off to make his connecting flight. About midway to his gate, out the corner of one big brown eye, he caught sight of an old dog what looked like his ol’ idol, Spike. He was slumpin’ on a stool in one of the seediest airport bars Chester had ever seen, and he’d seen ‘em all. He full out ran to look, and sure ‘nuff. The hair on his back bristled. He smacked Spike’s drunk self hard right off his bar stool and barked, “That’s for all the years you smacked me when all I wanted was to chase cars with you, you shitass mofo.” A smile spread across his chops and he bounded away to catch his flight.