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Submitted to Contest #275
It was the cat. The cursed black cat you named Clara, only moments after she appeared. I know why you named her that. I didn’t understand it back then, but I do now. You said impatiently, “She can see right through me, John. She knows what I’m thinking…all the time, just like mother did. It’s the way she looks at me with those glittery golden eyes.” I laughed at you then. You thought she was clairvoyant, that she could sense your moods and emotions and see things that weren’t there. Your mother had been dead for almost five years, but you in...
I woke up. I know I’m awake, because as I lie here on the couch with my eyes shut and my head throbbing, I can feel strings of shredded skin hanging from the roof of my mouth and draped over my fetid sandpaper tongue. Last night, the pizza guy told my coworkers and I, that the pies were still hot as lava, but we didn’t care. I was hungry. We were all hungry, and no one heeded his obligatory warning. As soon as he left, we ripped open the grease-soaked cardboard boxes, and greedily stuffed our faces. Our grunts and squeals of delight sounded ...
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