Darlene Eliot
The Disinheritance of Mr. Chiweenie
It is my intention to make no provision herein for the conniving squatter, Mr. Chiweenie, for reasons which are well known to him. I give and bequeath two insulated dog parkas, three marble bowls, and one automated treat dispenser to the Society for Incorrigible Canines. I leave Mr. Chiweenie to his reckless life of biting fingers, hoarding shoes, ducking under credenzas, relieving himself at dinner parties, and no longer running off with Harold’s pocket watch (yes, we know it was you). He is free to unleash his treachery on another innocent benefactor who mistakes his boldness for loyalty when, just as it was with the kitchen staff, my former spouse, and that Hyacinth Macaw formerly known as Minx, he will turn on them in their greatest hour of need even though he is, without question, the least of their acquisitions.
Darlene Eliot lives in California. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in New Flash Fiction Review, Cleaver, Crow & Cross Keys, Bellingham Review, and elsewhere.
