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365 Days of Drabbles: Day Fifty-Seven
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ankewehner: "X marks the spot."
Continuing from Sailing the high seas
Rolas followed after his wife, hobbled footpads digging into the soft sand of the little tropical island. "You're going to have to untie me eventually," he said grumpily.
"Eventually, yes," Melanie agreed unrepentantly. "Now? No."
She tied his leash to a tree and consulted her comp, stepping carefully along the beach until its nav prompt beeped. She dug with her paws into the sand, pulling out a small refrigerated case, frowning when she opened it. "The rum is gone. Why is the rum gone?"
A noise made Rolas' ear prick up. "You did say this was a deserted island, right?"
ankewehner: "X marks the spot."Continuing from Sailing the high seas
Rolas followed after his wife, hobbled footpads digging into the soft sand of the little tropical island. "You're going to have to untie me eventually," he said grumpily.
"Eventually, yes," Melanie agreed unrepentantly. "Now? No."
She tied his leash to a tree and consulted her comp, stepping carefully along the beach until its nav prompt beeped. She dug with her paws into the sand, pulling out a small refrigerated case, frowning when she opened it. "The rum is gone. Why is the rum gone?"
A noise made Rolas' ear prick up. "You did say this was a deserted island, right?"
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