Flash Fiction
A painting by Coco.
[Source – Pixabay]
In a hurry Farrukh forgot his wallet on the desk and left.
Down the stairs – nod to the watchman – walking towards the car – caressing hair – quick glance at the car window – slipping hand into the pocket – pausing for a second – no wallet – retracing steps – opening the door – “I forgot my wallet like an idiot” – bedroom – long pause – returns and bids me goodbye.
I smiled at him.
Just a few minutes ago Farrukh came to get his car keys. Of course, I tried to tell him about the wallet, but he didn’t listen and cutely replied “see you in the evening, Coco”.
Now, Farrukh will come back for the third time, yes he will, he has forgotten to put my food in the bowl. Look-look, it is empty.
When he returns, I will go near the table and bark loudly, for he has also forgotten his wrist watch there. O Farrukh!
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By Farrukh.
[Source – Pixabay]
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