Challenge
Write a story from the perspective of an old lady whose cat just died... but don't mention the cat.
I may have stolen this from a book...
You aren't allowed to mention the cat, or any thing/animal dying. A extra challenge is if someone reads it and has no idea about the challenge, it makes perfect sense.
Bye Kitty
I am used to feeling the breeze on a Saturday morning but never have I felt this chill before.
I lift my hands to my face to catch those tears. Oh what wrinkled hands. I am aged but now will I also wither?
I reach down to pet...the air.
The tears flow when the comfort I seek does not come.
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