flash fiction
July 15, 2017

Electric Shower

“Robots don’t need urgent care”, said the nurse at the ER pointing to my dog. “Says who?”, I asked.

I had just gotten a new pet for my twelfth birthday. That same day I took it to explore the Mars dunes behind our outpost. When we got back the dog was covered in red dust. I go it under the shower and in less than a minute sparks and black smoke started coming out of his mouth. Seconds after it was on fire. How was I supposed to know electric dogs shouldn’t get wet?

I named the dog Sparky. My parents sent it back to the Factory for repair. It came back like new in just a week, but it was the longest week of my life.

To this day, I never got an answer why robots don’t need urgent care.

July 15, 2017 · #101ToF · #Fiction · #Flash Fiction


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