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Alley

February 26, 2019
By Anonymous

In the dark wet alley,

a brown figure appears out of nowhere and walks towards me.

Her bright green eyes glared at me like a flashlight,

my sister beside me questions:

“who would ever leave this poor thing alone?”

“what a monster.”

Her words hit me like a bullet.

As I questioned this, something soft brushed my leg.

It was as soft as my pillowcase that brushes on my cheek every night.

I look down to see a small, fragile, and damp cat.

Her meow was as loud as my alarm in the morning,

I look down to see her sit on the ground waiting to be brought home.



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