I’m watching him running through the house.
I don’t know what he’s doing.
I don’t care.
I want him to stop.
But I can’t tell him that.
He’ll be sad if I do.
I have to let him run around the house.
No matter how annoying it is.
His mother told him it was okay.
And she told me we had to be a united front.
I guess that means I have to let him do his thing.
Even thought I can’t get any work done.
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Categories: flash fiction