After Curfew
"For Paul and John's 47-Words Short Story Unofficial Challenge."
Teddy climbed the fence into the backyard. He walked towards the rear of the house. So far, things were going great.
Picking the window he wanted, Teddy went to open it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Cecily leaps atop him, barking.
The backdoor opens, “Sneaking in late again?”
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Comments (7)
Oops, so much for being sneaky hahaha. Loved this!
Hahaha, those pets betray us when we least expect it!
Gottcha!
Very clever, Mother! I love it! 😍
Only dogs can do, Sharon!
Haha! Nicely done, Mother.
Ahhh reminds me of my youth….