Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: Locked Out


“Come on, Molly,” I say with my head in the doggy door, “if you can close the door, you can sure open it.” I pull my head out of the door and shove my arm through, attempting to reach up for the doorknob for the fourth time this hour while Molly stands twenty feet from me giving me the droopy-eye-look. “Damn it.” I swear beneath my breath.

I retreat to my snowy backyard, rubbing my hands to get warm. Gee, thanks Annie, I think, breathing a mouthful of hot air into my hands, for leaving me home alone with the dog while you and the girls go on a spa retreat. Guess what? I’m a grown man stuck out here on my patio and I can’t go anywhere else because other than the patio, the snow is over a foot deep. 

I turn and glance at the benches. I remember I was so excited when I put the finishing touches on them maybe because I never thought I’ll be spending the night sleeping on them.

(~175 words)

I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. 

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