Flash Fiction: Fetch

When I was a lonely little kid, Doug the dog strayed into my life, as a helpless frightened pup.

As we both grew up, we would end up destroying each other’s loneliness by playing fetch the entire day, it was just me, Doug and the ball.

Now many years have passed, just I and the ball remain, as Doug left for his next adventure, leaving me lonely yet again…


Word Count: 69

Prompt: Three Line Tales Week 142

17 comments

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s