Category: Flash fiction
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Watch My Wombat
“Watch my wombat.” “Your womwhat?” I asked, confused. “Wombat, it’s a big oval of fur. They like to burrow.” “I live in an apartment,” I protested down the phone. “Fluffball will be fine. Just give him some grass.” “Grass?” I once again sounded like an idiot, but my question was too late. My friend had…