The Crowning Moment
The Queen, already satiated, barked for another biscuit. Responding to her Royal command, meant that synergistically, our sidelong cooperation was greater than the total climate of our separate parts. I served her another barkie treat. It was the tipping point. She exploded. Her elaborate Coronation was a crummy doggie demise. Amen.
submitted at 11:00pm
15 March 2011
John D. Brooke, is an expatriate Canadian living by the Sea of Cortez in Baja California Sur, Mexico. He was a senior advertising scribbler and is now an emerging writer of poetry, flash fiction, novels, and screenplays.