Judith Gap 8

8 Mar

The short woman stomped up to a cottage surrounded by elder trees. She looked round from the doorway. “Quick. Get inside,” she commanded, and the girl stepped in.  The house seemed very still. Then a herd of cats exploded into the hallway. Clara winced. “I’m sorry,” said the woman closing the front door. “All this snow is making it harder to tell things apart.” The girl mumbled noncommittally and followed the woman into cat territory. Or at least intended to before collapsing in the middle of the hallway. An orange tabby came to sniff her hair. It sniffed, then puked.

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