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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.

Story by:

John D. Brooke

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.