The Bedroom Window

A stray cat wanders along the dark and empty street. Passing under the glow of the streetlights which glint off of the painted cars.

It walks to the only lit house; clawing and crying at the door.

And once its owner lets it into the warmth of its home, the house is plunged into darkness, like all the rest. Like the town itself which is shadowed by the fells who surround it. Protecting it from the harm of the outside world. Letting its people rest easy until the light of daybreak. 


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Lily Larkin
Aug 29 2020

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