By David Cook
Because he loved her, he left her presents. A new gift every day. She grabbed each one as soon as she saw it, so he thought she must be excited to receive them.
Then, that morning, she picked one up and said, ‘I’ve had just about enough of this.’ She took it away somewhere, then came back and said, ‘Bad boy – stop it!’ She turned on her heel and stamped away up the stairs.
‘Bad boy?’ Had she not liked his presents after all? But he spent all night, every night catching them.
Tiddles felt his heart break.
Bio: David Cook’s stories have appeared in a number of places, including Flash Fiction Magazine, Spelk and Sick Lit Magazine. He lives in Bridgend, Wales.