I only just now realized that this qualifies as flash-fiction. Funny how I manage that when I don’t try to stay under
I prompted myself (during a writers’ group) to write something from an animal’s perspective. Then I took a brief encounter I had with a cat at the humane society (and the name of my boss’ cat (who is, by the way, a female)) and turned it into this. It’s not much. It’s not spectacular. But it’s here anyway. 😀
Thomas’ owner is gone. She is not a fan of the animal shelter. And then there’s that woman who insults her. Does she care? Being a cat, who knows what’s going through her mind?
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