Flash Fiction: My Only Friend
© Charlie Johnson
Image by Charlie Johnson
Written by Emma Elizabeth Mathes
Photo Edited by Yanting Chen
It’s cliche to call him “Man’s Best Friend.” But the phrase doesn’t lie.
Every day, I walk to and from my job at DeKalb Ave’s best coffee shop east of Nostrand. The customers are polite. They tell me their stories but don’t care about mine. They see my outfits and choose to ignore my colorful spirit. They’re in a rush.
But Frito greets me with enthusiasm. When I open the building door after work, I hear his gleeful whine anticipating my stomp up the two flights. We cuddle, and we take care of each other. He’s all I’ll ever need.
