Thursday, 27 March 2014

Lovely pooch - for Five Sentence Fiction


So, here I was ready to rob a lady, when this pesky pooch appeared out of nowhere and barked at me. I had to run away, but he followed me. All the way into this open field.
Now I'm hungry and I don't have any money.
Well, he looks good, maybe...


For Five Sentence Fiction.

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