It was hot. I made my regular trip to check on the moggies, me hot with the heat, them sparked out in the sun.
One – panic.
Again. Behind the bins, under the car, by the rough grass. One.
Then the car cover billowed and bustled, windlessly.
One, two.
FLASH FICTION - Counting Cats
It was hot. I made my regular trip to check on the moggies, me hot with the heat, them sparked out in the sun.
One – panic.
Again. Behind the bins, under the car, by the rough grass. One.
Then the car cover billowed and bustled, windlessly.
One, two.