Thursday, December 6, 2012

Same Old Same Old

From a prompt to write a 53-word story involving an animal.

He appeared on my porch one foggy morning, his fur full of burrs, his meow no bigger than a mouse.

He was new to the neighborhood. I called him Pussy.

I cleaned him as best I could and fed him peanut butter. We slept together that night. The next day Pussy ran away.

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