Pet’s Cemetery
Dead bodies kept showing up on my doorstep. This time it was a woman I had seen
in the city. She had sat by me in the
subway, and I remembered her because when I entered the train car and sat down,
she had looked up from her newspaper and smiled at me. She certainly wasn’t
smiling now.
I darted back into the house and threw up in the kitchen
sink. Kitty kept bringing me all these victims like presents, and I was at a
loss of what to do to stop it. I knew that if I tried to confront her, my dead
body could end up as a gift in somebody else’s porch.
But I had to do something about it, and soon.
I washed the sink and forced myself to get the
wheelbarrow. One more grave to dig in the back yard. Soon there would be no
room left.
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