On a moonless night, when the wind whistled in her ears and snow swirled in icy flurries that stung her eyes and matted her fur, the cat knew the time had come to go Inside.
By Brittany Leeabout a year ago in Fiction
It’s T minus 15 minutes until party time and the birthday boy is passed out hard, face down on the living room floor. “Well this certainly looks familiar,” Melissa says drily.
By Brittany Lee4 years ago in Fiction
