Gavin was several steps away from the door—already late for work—when vicious barks echoed to the end of the court.
He turned, shoved his key into the lock, and opened the door, half-expecting to find bloodshed.
“What’s going on?” Gavin asked his roommate.
The roommate seemed confused, “Nothin’.”
Cotton laid on the sofa.
When Gavin reached his car’s door, it happened again.
This time, he opened the door to the world’s most vicious game of tug-of-war between his Frenchie and roommate. Apparently, this was the norm without Gavin.
Gavin walked out, “Carry on.”
Word Count: 99
Prompted from Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge at: https://carrotranch.com/2021/11/12/november-11-flash-fiction-challenge-2/.
Prompted from Sadje’s What Do You See Challenge at: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/15/what-do-you-see-108-november-15-2021/.