The afternoon heat was gone and the night had fallen.
The cat was nearby in the dark room with shades pulled. He was gone and I was here, holding him. I listened to the wind. I thought about him and how he read my diary.
He lay there, looking at me with his cold [...]

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She didn’t knock and I don’t keep my door locked. Locks don’t keep out trouble.
She walked in my office with dark hair and a darker soul. The door heavy with envy as she leaned against the door jam. She had a cigarette on the edge of her lips and the smoke filled the [...]

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It sometimes takes an hour or so. I can tell when he falls asleep by the way his breathing changes. The breaths are longer and the rhythm doesn’t match his heart. He is so peaceful. The autumn air is cool, and the breeze heavy outside. The floor creeks when he walks [...]

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The little toad, made of stone, would sell his soul to be real. To jump away from this shelf. To be able to hop and catch flies and swim. To find a fine looking lady toad and settle down on a lily pad.
Unfortunately, being made of stone means he has no soul [...]

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