Cowboys Ain’t Easy to Love and Dolphins Are Harder to Hold

Prompted flash fiction: dolphin, public swimming pool, hacky sack

Kowalski dragged his hand down his forehead, over his not-insubstantial nose, and into the tangled mass of his beard. He was pretty sure it had more gray hairs in it than when he’d woken up in the morning. “Tell me again,” he said, “who dumped the dolphin in the pool. It sounded like you said somebody named Cowboy did it.”

“Yeah, boss, it was Cowboy. Pre…