No Dogs Allowed
by Victor Henry
In the most exclusive restaurant in the entire universe, a snobby,
white-faced, no-holds-barred maitre d' plays god. It tells an
ambibifacial sea creature from another galaxy that the restaurant's
rules state quite simply: No Dogs Allowed. The ambibifacial asks in
Doish, Did you say no gods allowed? The dog, the sea creature's
companion, raises his right paw to shake hands in a gesture of
goodwill. But the patronizing maitre d', above reproach, telepathically
informs him: No Dogs Allowed. The sea creature explains she spoke to
this very same maitre d' on her Visual-T from three galaxies away while
at warp speed to book a reservation and was told Doishes were welcome
anytime. With one of her two faces she politely whispers to the
obstinate maitre d' that it is a pathetic genderless conglobate. A
Universian overhearing the conversation says, Doishes are galactic
guests wherever they go. The dog, purposely silent until now, says, In
my galaxy when a maitre d' acts like this, we offer it up to our
patrons as a delicacy, the first mouthful of each dish, the glory of
garbage.
THE END
© 2014 Victor Henry
Bio:Victor Henry's work has appeared in various small
press magazines and e-zines. He is a reference librarian, a Vietnam
veteran, and a member of Veterans for Peace. He will have forthcoming
work appearing in Misfit Magazine.
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