Past Life As A Goldfish
Sep 23rd, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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You don’t believe me, Doctor!
It’s not what I believe, you believe it.
Our apartment number is 911.
Joe, really, it means nothing.
You think it is a coincidence?
Coincidences happen, Joe.
I’m starving! I can’t breathe!
Dr. Adams knew that he should do something. Even though he was a psychiatrist he never could stand seeing a grown man cry. He texted his admitting orders to the hospital.
Then he texted Joe’s wife. He needed her to hold off serving Joe with divorce papers.
He looked it up… “googled” they used to say… left alone for days, many pets died.
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
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