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Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2195845
Flash fiction under 300 words
I watch them, the perfect little family living their perfect little lives. Their routines have become so tedious and predictable, I'm beginning to feel like they're not worth my attention.

It's taken discipline and time to get to this point and giving up now is not an option. I have spent endless hours watching the house with no movement from the inside, then a few seconds of activity. The activity brought valuable information. I know the spare key is hidden under the potted fern, which is terribly unoriginal. I know there's no alarm and I've seen no trace of pets.

I'm ready, today is the day. They don't suspect a thing.

I stand up from my vantage point in the yard across the street. If they looked now they'd see me, but no one is looking. I walk slowly, so as not to attract attention. I get to the gate and just as I'm about to move through it, a familiar voice echoes form behind me.

"Buster, dinner."

Oh boy, dinner, I turn and run inside.

Steven scratches my head, "Good boy Buster."

I eat. Tomorrow I'll start again.
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