Morning Sounds
Every morning, as each car drives by, the cat stares out the window and mournfully cries, asking if the driver would please love him even a little bit more than you love me.
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Author's Note
I never know what's in his head. Or yours.
Other stories by Mary Alston Capps
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Big departure for you, Mary. I like this a lot! Wish it was longer.
I tried to add a few more lines, but I was just trying too hard (I think that's a regular problem for me).
this hits me hard, i don't even know why. i don't even have a cat. perhaps it's just very, very good.
Thank you, Marcus.
Nicely done. fav
Thanks James.
you say so much in just a few words...
Thank you, Bobbi.