There’s No Place Like Home

• Up to 100 words
• Genre – Suspense/Thriller
• Action – Mopping
• Word – switch

Dina leaned back, stretching her neck as far as it would go. She longed to own a house so no one could tell her it was time to move again. She hated moving.

The lowering sun reminded her she had only an hour until the keys were due back. She leaned over, mopping the cheap linoleum hoping it would suddenly switch to travertine tile. Dipping the mop in the bucket, she saw him as she turned. Her hands slipped, beads of sweat forming. Dina licked her lips as her eyes darted, looking for an exit she knew was not there.

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