Microfiction Three Line Tales: Sport

This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.

photo by Jake Oates via Unsplash

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He’s here again, always comes alone, takes one of us away with him, big ones he likes best, bitch, dog, no matter.

He watches us, eyes strange and cruel, and I watch his hands, feel the pain that comes from them, smell his smell of fear.

Get down, dog, I say to me, hide—he smells of blood.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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