100 word fiction contest continues…. #100WFC
At work, I received a 911 text from my wife. I tried calling, no answer. I alerted my boss, grabbed my leather and ran to my old Road King. Fired up, I blasted down the road for the 20-mile ride to the house. Weaving in and out of traffic and pushing the limits I flew home.
Sliding to a stop I bolted through the front door. My wife trembling, pointed to the stairway. The puppy, his head sticking between the banister supports. I scrambled to free the little guy. To show his gratitude he peed.
Riding back, had to laugh. I’ll take those 911 calls anytime.
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