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Man's Best Friend, Woman's Mortal Enemy



She read the note again. A tear dripped down her cheek. He was leaving; in fact, had left. She was alone now. Completely alone.

She cast her mind back to what had been. It was a joyful time full of love and laughter. And for that she was thankful. It was so satiated in happiness she believed it would last forever. But the note before her said otherwise. It had all come to an abrupt end. Perhaps that was best - as opposed to dragging it out. And for that she thought she should be thankful.

If she had one regret it was the dog. His dog. He loved that dog. But the dog didn't like her. It was like a scene from Cujo. That dog just wouldn't co-operate with all her attempts at friendship. And her possessions were a mess because "Cujo" scratched or chewed on everything.

Her eyes lowered to the post-script of her former lover's note.

"By the way I've taken the dog."

She was thankful.



Well the folks at Studio30+ posted the prompt thankful/beholden this week. And I'm thankful I came up with an idea to fit the prompt.


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