Shona pulled up her collar. A fine mist gathered around the group, complicit in their betrayal.
He walked right in, tiny and black. Meowing right and left he greeted my receptionist, the people waiting to see me and strolled on.
I creep upward, gripping the slippery black dome. Out of view and hidden. In case some screeching human sees fit to swat me to allay their fears.
The shimmer caught her eye. At first Naledi thought it was a bottle, dumped by the storm.
She remembered the old lady's advice, Go to the Wishing Chair. But wish for only what your heart wants most.
Eddie's chest hurt. His tense body seemed to be crushing itself, and his head throbbed with that recurring migraine again.
"It was a mistake! Please don't do this." Sean pleaded with his boss John aka The Baptist, a name earned by the way he drowned his enemies in the river.
"His father's stern face yelling at him flashed through his mind."
*Photo Prompt* She waited for him at the diner as planned. He would be here at six o'clock.