DOG AND RHINO
MICRO STORY
A dog and a rhino lingered in bed together as the sun rose, each wondering what the day would bring. The dog imagined a face to lick, all salt and possibility. She loved faces best because that’s where the person lived. From the face, you could tell everything about them. The rhino hoped to be taken seriously. He was stuffed after all, not living and breathing like the dog. “More like panting,” thought the rhino. He too had a lot to offer. It wasn’t just about the horn. Most people couldn’t get past the horn. “Today, I’ll use my full name,” thought the Rhino, certain that the added “ceros” would help them see past the horn and into his brain. Into who he really was. And with that, the dog licked his face, settling for plush over flesh. Less salty, but just as sweet.