Micro Fiction

The Strangeness of it all

He was different.

Didn’t care to glance, follow, or enquire after me. All he did was loiter around.

Maybe he disliked newcomers.

Morning brought death.

I asked.

The dog was born blind and mute.

His bark had never been heard.

 

Had written it for an old prompt and then forgotten to post. Found it in my drafts. About time it was posted 😀

 

Venice 🙂

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