By Alice Lawson
A black shadow followed Nana before settling on the worn leather armchair where Grandpa had lived. I stroked the softness of its belly.
“Isn’t Mr. Dreamies handsome?” Nana crooned. She sprinkled stinky tuna cat treats in front of a ginger cat sporting a white mustache, not dissimilar to Grandpa’s.
How well Nana was coping, my parents marveled!
“He’s in a sulk today.” Nana gestured at a sullen Russian Blue. “Anyone would think his team lost.”
The house filled with padding feet.
I stayed one night; my parents went out of town. Snuggled in floral eiderdown, I listened to sobs and yowling.
Mr Dreamies is keeping grandpa’s seat warm for him.
So sweet! Beautiful story!
So very well done. Loved that last line, “I listened to sobs and yowling.”
Perfect flash ending. And fine showing without telling us Nana isn’t coping so well.