I burst into the room, only to find that I was once again too late to stop the horror. She stood in the back, no doubt traumatized by this latest tragedy.
I ran to her, crying, determined to give at least some comfort. She reached down and patted my head.
"Aww, who's a good boy who missed mommy?" She put on a brave face, but I could tell she was suffering.
"We've got to get a stronger latch for the bathroom door," she said to her roommate over breakfast that morning. "The cat got in after I was showering again."
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Everyday Drabbles
Short StoryA drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.
