Hunted by a dog I’ve never seen.

Still in bed. Day two. Can’t move my elbow.

Watched every episode of America’s Sweethearts. Go DCC. Those girls are so happy. So normal. When they cry, it seems healthy.

The neighbour’s dog hasn’t shut up. Each bark another stab in the head. Wrapped the pillow around me, but that only sealed it in.

Gave up on sleep. Wrote a story from a photo prompt: maps, gloves, compass. It looks like the start of something. Felt like the end.

Managed 71 words. Cut it till there were only bones left. No flowers.

Submitted it.

Hungover. Hunted by a dog I’ve never seen.

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