Crisis While Pet Sitting

His flight landed just over an hour ago.

He rushes in without closing the door, drops his suitcase, and hugs the tank.

“My loves!”

He doesn’t seem to notice the fish are all different.

Or that his orange Persian prowling by his feet hasn’t touched the food in its bowl.

Or that I just crumpled a receipt from the pet store behind my back.

Written for #1MinFiction, hosted by Cyranny’s Cove. The challenge is to manage to type a story in a minute or less based on the given prompt. Today’s prompt is:

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