The Door

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It isn’t so bad, considering. There is a sink, a wobbly wooden table, a cot and even a bathroom.
The location is perfect: off a seldom-traveled path, hidden by monstrous, gnarled oak trees.
Every day, Those People bring me food and water. Sometimes, The Man comes alone. I don’t like what he makes me do.
He stinks.
Once, The Man surprised me with a pair of pretty-pink shoes, (“just to look at, though”), since I’d “done good.”
I hate being shackled, but the chains were long and allowed me to walk almost to the doorway—
almost,

but not

quite.

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The Daily Post

The Disciple

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This week’s writing prompt at 3LineTales is the image below.


Niles was damned sick and tired of looking at Liam’s butt swishing back & forth. Wherever they went, Liam got to lead the way while Niles brought up the rear like some kind of disciple. Even though the uniforms were cool and it was a great way to meet girls, Niles decided that this would be the last time he’d be playing “soldier dudes” with Liam.

 

 

 

SusanWritesPrecise/ Susan Marie Shuman