Unfair Diversions

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“Now, where’d those fuzzy slippers go?”

Frisky peered through the bannisters into the hall.

“They will not escape me this time. I hear them squishing on the floor of the kitchen.”

Cautiously descending the stairs… Frisky skulked toward the open doorway.

Using great stealth; back corner of the coat rack… behind the potted palm… swiftly crossing the hall… he hunkered at the casing of the kitchen door.

“Humming. A good sign. Distraction.”

Suddenly Frisky’s ears took a life of their own;  sounds swelled into a succulent aroma.


Like a bullet to his bowl… “I get those blasted slippers later.”

Written for Flash Fiction for The Practical Practitioner- 2018: Week #11. Requirements: Create a flash fiction story using the picture prompt provided in 200 words or less.

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