Unicorn

Boy sitting with his white dog, looking out over a shipyard, mountains distant

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Cat-Amore

face of a black catShe rolls over, the soft hiss of middle-aged flesh sliding through 300-thread-count cotton announcing her change in position. She is surprised by the darkness of her bedroom and the numbers on her clock. The sunrise should have happened by now. She groans and swears and flops on her back, squeezing her eyes shut. Continue reading