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Paws in Snow


by Erika Byrne-Ludwig



    I suppose I'm getting nostalgic. The white landscape is suddenly interlacing with my reverie. I must return just for the memory of Blizzie.

    Faint paw prints in the snow-covered trail.

    It was walking along a lake, at the foot of a mountain. A harrowing meow in the blizzard. A brindle kitten.

    Providence. I slipped her under my coat, took her home, lit the fire, watched her swell with warmth and purrs.

    Some might add: “And you lived happily ever after” to complete the tale.

    “Ever after ...  strange words ...” I whisper wistfully, looking at the small cross under the elm tree.


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