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by Jacky
Rated: E · Fiction · Contest Entry · #2216577
Flash Fiction
At Ken and Alice’s

“Ken was snoring again, though he insists he doesn’t snore. I’m pretty much used to it, I can usually sleep through it, with my earplugs.

Once in a while though, I think depending on what he’s had for dinner, not sure, it is more intense and it keeps me awake. Tonight, was one of those nights. Normally I just sneak out to the sofa. Ken doesn’t like that though. Since he insists he doesn’t snore, he thinks me sleeping on the sofa means I’m mad at him for some reason. So, I usually set my watch to wake up early, so I can get back to bed before he wakes up. It works out pretty well.

There was a problem tonight. I know it’s silly, but I am deathly afraid of mice. I’d gone out to the sofa, but then I heard something. Something scratchy, and then a tiny squeak. I rushed back here, but then the snoring...

Finally, after two hours I was getting a bit punchy. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, so to speak, and I was so very tired... I think I cracked.

I took my pillow and smushed it over Ken’s snoring face, screaming “Stop snoring!”

Just then I saw something out of the corner of my eye and I was sure it was the mouse! I jumped on top of Ken, for protection! Unfortunately, I landed on his head and I’d forgotten about the pillow on his face. Turned out it wasn’t the mouse, it was just the curtain blowing at the window, but by the time I realized that, my poor Ken was gone.

It really was an accident, Officer Trent, honest!”
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