Category: Flash Fiction

Although she could watch the house from the doorbell camera, it was nice to have a little guard dog to keep her company. Even if his bark was bigger than his bite.

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Alone, I exhale all the tension of the day. I let it go. I close my eyes and dream of my home. I wake up each morning dreading the chair, the television, and my life.

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She never missed it and instead spent her money on lemons, which made her happier anyway.

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