Flash fiction #9

He had been looking for it for days. The last place he remembered seeing it was on the table in the entry where he kept the keys. Which is odd since it shouldn’t have been there to begin with. It was sitting next to the mail. Right? Maybe he was remembering it wrong. Trying to retrace the steps he took last night had been a waste of time. Amy was not going to be happy that he had lost it. Damn!

As he sat on the couch something caught his eye.

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