Thursday, 29 October 2009

The Fugitive (Flash Fiction)

Charlie crouched under the porch, listening intently. The pounding of feet on the stairs subsided hours ago, but that didn't mean they weren't hiding, waiting for him. His ears buzzed with silence as he lay there with his head cocked on one side.

He poked his head out into the backyard. Abandoned toys littered the lawn, but their owners were nowhere in sight. Breathing a sigh of relief, he crawled out into the open. Almost immediately, a rough hand grabbed his collar and dragged him toward the house.

Yet again, he had failed to escape his monthly bath.

2 comments:

ElanaJ said...

Fabulous! :)

Icy said...

Thank you!

We have a dog in the office who loves getting filthy, but hates getting bathed...

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