Looking out into the back yard, he watched the dogs run back and forth; the younger of the three barking wildly at the dogs on the other side of fence. Tom took a sip of his now luke-warm coffee.
Shaking his head, “Damn – waited to long. Now I gotta go nuke it again.”
A minute later he returned to his seat where he continued struggling to write something — anything meaningful. With a heavy sigh Tom gazed at the photo on his device, realizing that the writing prompt wasn’t doing very much for him.
“But then, they rarely do,” he mumbled.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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