Kathie Muir

A Crack in the Fence

I could barely contain my tears and was certain my bloodshot eyes betrayed my grief. Forcing myself to put one foot in front of the other. I was just going through the motions of the day, doing only what was absolutely necessary. My neighbor Leo looked at me quizzically and cautiously asked how I was. Too sad to lie or pretend, I managed to choke out, “My cat died this morning.”…

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