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Rated: 13+ · Short Story · Animal · #2154617
A conversation on the bus with a mentally challenged person.
500 word entry for April's "The Dialogue 500

“You can sit here if you want. I like pickles.”

“Thanks. Busy bus day. Only seat left. Pickles?“

“My dog is Pickles, too. He doesn’t like cats. I do.”

“Raining dogs and cats out the window. You ride every day?”

“Nobody talks. I talk.”

“Yes. Well. People have a lot on their minds.”

“People think I’m stupid. Pickles likes me. We’re friends.”

“Hmm. That’s not stupid, loving your dog.”

“You have a dog? I have to get rid of Pickles.”

“Uh. No. I can’t have a dog. I rent.”

“My group home guy says I’m in a pickle.”

“Ahh. He’s trying to be funny. Why do you have to find a home for your dog?”

“Because. I love him. He lived on the street. I want to help him.”

“It’s my stop, here. I wish more people were stupid like you.”

"Hi. My name is Jeff. I remember you. Can I sit by you?"

"Sure. Did you ride the bus all day?"

"Nope. I work at the shelter. Do you remember Pickles?"

"Sure I do. You find a home for him yet?"

"Maybe you can help me."

"I can't. I'm sorry, Jeff. I rent. They don't allow pets."

"I can't write. Can you write me a note? I kept a pen from the office."

"Sure. Here. Give me your pen and your paper. What do you want me to write?"

"About Pickles. About a home he might like. With kids. He'd like a home that has kids."

"Oh. You mean write an ad. "

"I found Pickles. I need to find a home."

"Right. Let me see. Maybe something short and sweet like you are."

"I like you. You are my friend."

"Where do you want to put this ad?"

"Where somebody will see it. Somebody with a home with kids."

"You really like kids."

"They're O.K. Some are mean. They all like dogs, I think."

"How about I take your note and put it up at the animal shelter?"

"Animal shelter? What's that?"

"It's kind of like where you work. A place for dogs to go with people to help them. A place where they are appreciated."

"I don't think so. I need a real home. I mean Pickles does."

"Yeah, I guess so. Well, I'll put it up on the community board at the store. Maybe someone will see it."

"Hey, Jeff. You look sad today."

"Hi, friend. They took Pickles away. I can't see him."

"I'm sorry, guy. But you know what?"


"I know where he went. I left my phone number on the ad along with yours. I called your group home and talked with your staff. We found a good home for Pickles with my girlfriend's family."

"You did? Really?"

"Hey, dude. Don't cry and stop hugging me. This is a public bus."

"You are my friend."

"Bus friends, Jeff. We're bus friends."

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