Saturday Night Becomes Sunday Morning

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My Flash Fiction


He awoke fully-clothed in the woods, over an hour away from the comfort of own bed, within the company of a herd of deer.

As he propped himself up onto his elbows, one of them stepped in between him and the weak dawn sun.

“Relax,” it said, “there’s no place you have to be today.”

Sonya’s Three Line Tale Week Thirty-Five
Prompt Photo by Rebecca Johnston


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