Crazy house

All is soft silence, save for a ringing in the ears.  Afterimage of thunderous chaos. Mister Puss, saucer-eyed, meows a sick meow.  Looks this way and that, as if to say- where is hammer?  Booming boots?  Cracking tiles?  Thuds and drags?  In the fourteen days, he had become inured, comfortable, expectant of the next morning’s […]

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