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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