PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson 

I knew something was wrong when Marty started hiding behind the books. He was the more social of the two of us and now I had to start talking to customers all alone. I tried coaxing him out with treats, but he was having none of it. As the days dragged along with Marty still in hiding, I began to look for answers of why. Jackson wasn’t back. I stopped using the loud coffee maker. I took the bell off the door in case the jingling was bothering him. I never knew he could sense my ex living next door. 

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