“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.