After I tried living in that stinky city fogged with asthma-inducing smoke for two long years, I am finally back to my bucolic peaceful home.
I regret leaving, because apparently no one noticed that I left, no one knew why I left.
No one was able to figure out how I successfully chopped her into pieces, and how I intricately buried her lovely doll-like parts around that rhino-ranch.
I thought that would be my shining moment! But it wasn’t!
In fact, her endearing lovely head remained lost. Well, I still have them, preserved in the best way that I could.
I am not back to give it back, though.
I am back because it’s time to look for her companion.
I hope this time my great skills will be known!
Word count: 130
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Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.