Microfiction Day 353 – ‘I’m Not Here’

No one can see me.

I hide in the corners and watch them. They don’t know I’m there.

The dog comes close and sniffs my feet. Sometimes he whines. They look up at him and ask him what’s there in the strange high voices they use to speak to him. Joke that maybe he sees a ghost.

I smile when they do this.

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They whispered to each other without turning their heads.

“How long has he been hiding behind the curtain this time?”

“About twenty minutes.”

“Is that a new record?”

She glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

“Almost.”