Pets and Their Breaking

 When the screen shattered, three months of torturous work splintering into hundreds of tiny pieces, she looked my way and glared. "I'm sorry, love," I said. "He'd evolved," she growled. "Sorry." "Doesn't matter." "Oh!" "He was the wrong colour, anyway." "How about I get you a real one?" "Will he break?" "One day, perhaps." […]

50 Word Stories: Bored

The crow stared at me, I stared at the crow. Beady, ebony eyes took me in, as my own blue did the same. He hopped back and forth, agitated, I swayed unwilling to give in. And right there and then we shared an undeniable truth: we were both so bored.