“What happened to the sleeping stuff and clothes that were in the basement?” Jane asks.
The woman heaves a garbage bag into the trash dumpster that wasn’t there this morning and dabs at her face with the hem of her Zippy Maids T-shirt. “Nothing here but trash when I got here,” she says shortly, and turns back inside, disappearing into echoing banging and the sound of – Jane is sure of it – running water. Jane’s padlock is gone from the back door, lying twisted on the crumbling square of cement.
“But my dog was here!” Jane persists, heart trip-hammering. “None of this is the dog’s fault!”
Each week, Ivy at Uncharted hosts the Six Sentence Stories flash fiction linkup. This week’s cue was “fault.” This Six is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe. Fun Sixes from other writers are here.
99 Monkeys 
what the hell!??!*
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* short version of: I like the ‘punch’ of the Six, not liking that the dog may be at risk. excellent Six
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Thank you!
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I can feel the heartbreak and the panic. I wonder what is really in that trash bag?
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Me too! I tend to write by the seat of my pants. lol
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Oh no!! I feel a little sick with panic!
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My mouth got dry just writing this.
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Where’s her dog?
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To be continued…
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Like the others, I’m wondering where the dog is!
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Oh my goodness, …
The dog will appear round the door, surely…
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