Death
Page 47
by Tara Brown
Page 47
I laugh and pull away, "Great. Just great. " I walk into the kitchen after Aleks who, is feeding Shakespeare and rubbing his hands over his furry black face. "Who is a good kitty? Who? You are. "
I lean into the frame of the wall and glance over at the sunroom. It forces a smile across my lips.
The End.