The Black Cat
>> Friday, March 14, 2014
The Black Cat
55 Fiction
I woke up in the night to the scratching at the main door.
55 Fiction
I woke up in the night to the scratching at the main door.
I reached
the grave where my black cat had been buried. I found her perched upon
the tree.
‘I know you need company, but can’t you find another cat?’ I yelled, before turning into a black cat, myself.
‘Meow!’ She beckoned sweetly.
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