By K F Lerner
I had a cat once. Fluffy. My mother bought him after Dad left, even though she’d already told me twenty times she didn’t want an animal in the house.
Fluffy loved to explore the neighborhood. The old lady next door loved to feed him.
Bertha’s hearing was poor. Maybe she never heard me calling out the back door for Fluffy to come home.
Mom sat me down to explain that Bertha was lonely. “Maybe we should just let her keep him.”
What she didn’t have to say by then was that it wasn’t up to us. You can’t make someone stay.
I loved this. So much conveyed in so few words.
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Well done. A great throughline; following the motif to an effective conclusion.
Those last 2 sentences were FIRE!
I agree! I love how the last line or two can essentially make the story.
super story. sparks my memory. thank you for this 101 words.
So true.
Well done!!
What an amazing example of a little story that packs a huge punch — well done!
Typical cats! Great story.
Love this, Karen! In only 100 words, you managed to break my heart. And beautiful way of showing what happens rather than telling us.
powerful. Love the writing and the twist at the end.