There were robots.

He’s got blue eyes and big white teeth. Grey coat -soft, so soft… I can hold him with one hand. His ears flop down the sides of my forearm. The car door I slam shot, and we walk. He peaks out from the inside of my jacket. Under the stars and the moon and the rain. Unto the other side of the street. I zip up. We go inside; he hides. We buy tickets -just one: for me.

We don’t get caught. It’s dark in the theatre, and there are robots -which I like! And I think, the puppy likes them too.