Sunday afternoon, my brother and I are binge-watching Money Heist on Netflix, something we’ve been doing all weekend. As the hostages on the show deliberate yet another escape plan, my brother straightens from his seat. “It’s the barefoot dog walker again.” I peer out the window in time to see said man pass by the front lawn. “Fourth time today,” I say. “Didn’t he just walk the dog like an hour ago?” my brother asks. I check the time. “Just about.” He slumps back into the couch. “Geez, some people have nothing better to do.” I nod. “I know, right?”
Jennifer Lai lives in Washington state and works in cancer research. She loves writing flash and micro fiction in her spare time.