A shadow appeared at the window and it slowly opened. Bailey let out a low growl and poised to attack. Did he really think he could protect me?
'Some fish for your supper,' called my neighbour, pushing a heaped plate through.
Bailey leapt upon it with a purr.
Traitor!
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...