INFIDELITY_Cat for a day_A Friend for Life_The Widow’s Web
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INFIDELITY
“It’s too late.” Susan slapped her hand on the table and pulled her hand through her short black hair leaving it spiked and unruly.“Come on Sue,” said Stu. He reached across the table trying to take her hand. “I do love you, you know. I made a stupid mistake. What more can I say?”“Don’t touch me. You’ve hurt me more than you will ever know. What about the kids? Didn’t you even think of them?”Stu looked down at his hands, weathered and dry. She’d touched a sore point; he loved his kids. He reached for the bunch of keys, jingling them on his finger, then turned the keyring over to looked at the...
Cat for a day
It was a bright beautiful sunny day in the middle of March. Dannie wasn't too fond of early mornings or long school days. It was a few weeks away from spring break and she couldn't wait just to have long days sleeping in and swinging on lazy days gazing at the sky from the porch swing. Dannie was a quiet, observate girl not to worried about hanging out with the popular kids or getting invited out. She'd rather be snuggled up to a good book or watching movies with her cat pixie. Leah, Dannie's little sister was the complete opposite. She had to be part of the popular group and be in the middle ...
A Friend for Life
Mrs. Hughes had been gone for a week but Martha didn’t feel any better. Despite the veterinarian’s hackneyed assurances, time was not healing her wounds; she still desperately missed kissing that furry little face and seeing her tuxedoed darling curled into a ball at the end of the bed, paws tucked into the neat white bib that reminded Martha of Downton Abbey’s housekeeper (hence the name). Twice Martha had gotten up in the morning to get Mrs. Hughes her breakfast before remembering there was no need, her forgetfulness a cruel reminder of comfortable habits formed over years of intimacy. She ...
The Widow’s Web
Words are hard to say when you realize your beloved white porcelain cat figurine with green gem eyes has disappeared. I live by myself since my husband died four years past, I don’t know who could have taken it.Maybe it was one of my live furballs? Dizzy dangles her tail lower today, a sure sign of guilty suspicion. Mabel, the tabby, loves to cuddle, but she stays away at this hour. I watch the shrewd scavenger burrow herself into every cushion and pillow only to reappear the moment I start to suspect she has suffocated herself.It cannot not be my loyal companions. What use do they have for my...