Short Stories

Where I Cannot Catch Mice by Victoria Feistner

Where I Cannot Catch Mice by Victoria Feistner

The cat scratches at the back door; time for his late-night feeding. Trouble is, Remy’s been dead for three months. I open the door but there he is, yellow eyes blinking, pink triangle of a mouth open in a silent miaow. He weaves about my legs with a purr, lighter than a breeze, and disappears. Continue reading Where I Cannot Catch Mice by Victoria Feistner