Downstairs
Jan 20th, 2025 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“Otto, I heard something.”
“What?…What time is it?”
It was 2 AM. They were in their second-floor bedroom.
“I think I heard something downstairs…Could you make sure there isn’t someone breaking in?”
“We have an alarm, Claudette.”
“You’ve heard of disabling them, haven’t you?”
Of course, he’d heard of that.
Only moonbeams filtered into their small bedroom.
“Anyway, Frodo’s down there, Claudette.”
Frodo was a Labrador retriever.
“Yeah…But you know him, and he’s probably playing dead.”
She listened intently for any sounds.
“It all depends on Frodo and you, Otto…Hey, Otto.”
But Otto was playing dead.
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