The Fiftieth Guinea Pig



She looked at the clock–quarter to twelve. She found herself naked. Last night I was drunk after my…fiftieth guinea pig dies…at noon…I went to the beach…there was a ship…docked at distance…there were seagulls…at eve…I went to bar…then…She closed her eyes and recollect the dream from the night. A giant guinea pig on her back at a beach while a seagull look at her and a ship docked at a distance. I broke up with her…Her hand went down as if they’re making love after a quarrel.

For Sunday Strange Microfiction Challenge (01/29/2017) by Jane Dougherty


Painting by Antek Wajda


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