He will be back soon. I will wait at the door.
Well, it’s Harold; not Buck. But Harold’s here, ready to scratch my ears, and Buck’s still in the woods. What’s that old song? Oh yeah. If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.
Flash fiction tales of humor, horror and whimsy
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