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Flash
fiction. 100 words exactly.
Home
all alone.
Cheryl heard it again.
An
unidentifiable noise was coming from downstairs. She hid behind the door
grasping a coat hanger for defence and listened again for the noise.
There
was definitely someone in the house. What
would she do?
She buried
her face into the dressing gown hanging on the hook and shut her eyes suddenly remembering
her mobile was charging on the hall table. What
now?
The
sound of footsteps appeared to be getting closer…
She
peered through the crack in the old oak door…
Cheryl let
out a sigh of relief… It was just Jasper
the family dog.
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