Flash Fiction: First Choice (99 words)

There had to be an easier way to get around Hackner Row.

The houses had grown together over the years, new additions bulging out until each home leaned against its neighbor, or pulled back an inch, courteously refusing to actually touch. On a storm day, the wind hummed and whistled in the gaps, but there wasn’t space for anything else.

There were nine houses in the line. None of them were large, but it took time to sprint two hundred feet.

Hanging off the window sill of the second story, the dogs barking and scrabbling below her, Tana really couldn’t fault her decision to haul herself up and over.


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