Slylock Fox – December 7th, 2013
Darren’s pocket got lighter. He looked back to see Fido eagerly slurping the last of his soda. Whatever, he thought, not like I’m gonna finish it now.
The bottle weighed less and less as the slurping went on, until finally it was empty. The slurping continued. The suction seemed to tug at Darren’s veins, stronger and stronger as the slurps became louder. The pale, shambling shell of a boy fell to the ground, barely more man than dust. That day he learned: refill your puppy’s water dish.