Tag: kitten
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One Unforgiving Late February Morning
Squealing brakes. The unmistakable sound of steel on steel on glass on pavement. That was the thing about McGough — you didn’t really need an alarm clock. She rolled over in bed to find his side empty again, and got up, eyes wide, heart in her throat, all sudden and clutching. Dragging on a semblance…
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Kitten
After hanging up the phone and curling up, he couldn’t get himself to sleep, couldn’t find comfort in the loneliness, couldn’t get settled, even when the kitten crawled up into his lap and attempted to nuzzle him for no reason. One hand laid across grey fur, fingers lazily, absently stroking, and a tiny little heart…