29 November, 2012

The Crime - a 100 word story


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He was frantic.  He dug the earth with a sense of urgency.  He had to hide his crime, conceal it.  He could sense the weariness in his muscles, yet the fear of being caught kept him going.  In the distance, he heard the screen door creak.  Someone was opening the door and would soon be here.  The hole seemed deep enough.  He struggled with the large bag, panting with exertion.  He heard her calling out to him.  He ran – as fast as he could – his tail wagging hard.  His big bag of cookies were safe under the ground. 

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