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The escape.

she knew she had only moments. her escape would be noticed soon and the dogs

if only we had listened

We tried to listen, but the excitement was just too much, we grabbed our towels

It seemed like a good idea at the time…

Mom and Granny were busy with something and it was HOT outside. There was no

The outline of a memory

It had to be nearby; she remembered walking this path to picnic in the shade

The Hunt

As they speak in hushed voices, the telltale sound of the dogs gets louder. She


Friday Fictioneer She saw the sign and decided to apply.  Thinking as she filled in

a memory of a fence, post

I remember this as a gate to be opened and closed if you wanted to