Flash Fiction

Walking into a public bar I overheard a conversation held between the two resident protagonists. Unable to resist I cursed them for the oafs that they were. They were aghast that I should take such a stand and set about giving me a beating. When they were satisfied that they had finished and were no longer aghast they left the bar and have remained friends ever since. In the bar, a dog came and licked away my blood. I do not like dogs.