Ghosts

Sometimes I see the ghosts of long gone cats, still with me after all these years…

There…

You girls “She fancies you.” The smiling round face of the young teenage girl was here, her long honey summer hair caressed by the breeze. I laughed, and they both broke into giggles, hormones rejoicing, as their jeans vanished into the darkness of the shopping arcade   Pony tail “Uh! Ah!” The vibrant exclamations coming from across the street called … Read More

Enduring love

Two flies, copulating. Murdered. I, assassin. Enduring love.