Sunday, October 21, 2012

Man's Best Friend

The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.

Shipwreck sniffed my Rueben. Strange name, I know. But that's what he reminded me of when I found him in the hedge, his fur filled with burrs. I took a bite of the sandwich, let him lick the dressing off my polyester shirttail. After Rhonda left, I felt like gelatin. Shipwreck saved me from myself.

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