Dustin Dust Bunny went out to play His mother warned him to avoid The Phantom Shoe. He promised, with fingers crossed. When all the old ideas were spent, Dustin spied The Phantom Shoe, laying on its side. He pulled and shook the laces snaked upon the ground, then scurried inside. As his tail whipped out of sight, The Wandering Hand appeared and snatched up The Phantom Shoe. Later, a rather squashed Dustin was seen sneaking home. Although begged to tell of his adventures, he kept his silence. All through his life, though, he smelled faintly of old gym socks.
(My first attempt at Flash Fiction)
Copyright 2008
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