The cat was mere bones sliding beneath aged skin marked by the long miles. Drain pipes and broken fences, hiding from the ravaged dogs and living on the garbage of the cities splayed in wet alleys like shredded plastic mountains. Down country were mice and carrion at least.
They had moved. His humans had moved. He was out in his rovings and when he returned they were gone. And now it was just this one thing. Only this one thing. Find Home.
The yellowed moon glowed pale behind shattered clouds over the sallow hills. Many miles still to go.
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Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
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Oh my. That's heartbreaking.