Murray took the kick like a pro. He knew it was coming. He’d been a bad dog. It was the only way to get his master to touch him.
Shit on the rug. Piss on the sofa. Chew up a pair of designer shoes.
He’ll never stop. Not till you pet him.
Random thoughts and writings by Mark Hammerschmidt.
Murray took the kick like a pro. He knew it was coming. He’d been a bad dog. It was the only way to get his master to touch him.
Shit on the rug. Piss on the sofa. Chew up a pair of designer shoes.
He’ll never stop. Not till you pet him.
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June 15, 2009 at 9:51 pm
tysdaddy
Is this another flash fiction piece? Or are you in trouble . . .
If fiction . . . amazing, my friend.
June 15, 2009 at 9:56 pm
mkhblink
Am I ever not in trouble?
I’m struggling with my fiction. I’m having the hardest time even getting out a few sentences. It’s frustrating. Thanks for the encouraging words!
June 15, 2009 at 11:04 pm
Lindsey
Gotta love writers block.
Poor Murray….