Monday, February 26, 2018

Dearly Departed

She sat outside long after the owner of the house was gone.  I was tempted to whisk her away to a new home, but even though I'm not religious, some kind of superstition held me back.  I regret it now; when the house was gutted, she vanished in a cloud of demolition dust. The little group behind the transom window followed suit.

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