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Submitted to Contest #243
When Simon woke up that morning he knew something was wrong.The usual but subtle noises of his wife pottering around in the kitchen couldn't be heard. There was no slight slam of the cupboard doors or the hum of the microwave. And the most worrisome, was their Labrador, Daisy, barking at the back door. Natalie would never let her do that in the house. And she would certainly never let their beloved pet sound so aggressive without a stern warning. At first, he thought it was an intruder. Maybe something had happened to her and Daisy was...
The man huffed as he got his railcard out the brown, leather side-bag and attempted to scan it at the barriers. "Stupid card," he muttered. It had been a stressful morning for him, if that wasn't already apparent by his dishevelled state. First of all, he'd got an email from his wife's divorce lawyer- sorry, ex-wife- and then he got stuck behind some very slow temporary lights on the bus, because some idiot wasn't good enough at his job and burst a pipe. A typical morning had him get to the station with plenty of time to fini...
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