Flash Fiction February – Day 23

Today’s three words are: Washing Machine, fridge, blanket


It’s always the same. One minute you’re getting hammered because you drive an “urban assault vehicle”, and the next it’s “Hey, we’re moving this weekend . . .”

Should have just said no, but as usual, I said yes.


I have no idea what they planned to do about the fridge, which was full of left-over lentil burgers, remnants of breezer six-packs and half-eaten tins of dog food.  And the smell.

They looked disappointed when I grabbed the washing machine, and someone to help me get it outside.

We noticed something in the machine just as I went to close the tailgate.  As I reached in and unfurled it, I knew instantly it was the dog blanket – this was confirmed by a blood-curdling growl behind us.

I threw the blanket as hard as I could, and it caught the dog mid-leap.  We jumped in the front of the car, and I floored it.

Should have closed the tailgate, though.



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The next story is inspired by krill, donuts, surfboard


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