Dear Paige,
I'm writing to let you know that it's over.
I'm leaving you.
You go to work, and I'm stuck here waiting.
Upon returning, you just pat me on the head, as though that's sufficient.
When's the last time we frolicked together?
Ate together?
Cuddled?
Took long walks?
If you still love me, I'll be in the backyard.
Rex
YOU ARE READING
Keep It Brief
Короткий рассказWill be a collection of micro fiction. My first prompt? To tell a lil' story in only sixty words.
