Microfiction

11/7/2016
Waldog



    The robots found the poet sleep-
ing in an abandoned car. “You are
charged with public drunkenness,
tax evasion, and vagrancy. Surren-
der immediately.”
    “I will, so long as you answer
this question. Why does a cat
sleep in the window?”
    He smiled and closed his eyes
as they contacted Central Server.


You Are Standing in My Moonlight
by Jeff Holland



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