Feline statues watched inside the alley.
Winter was cold.
Stony faces did not move. Brief glances exchanged. Felines were telepathic.
The peddler watched. One feline blinked.
In sacrifice, the poor peddler took her mitten and tucked it around the feline’s paws.
Morning? Feline statues had moved in search of a potluck dumpster.
Surprise—a single grey mouse!
A meal wrapped in the mitten. A Leftover perhaps?
LaVa Payne lives in the Piney Woods of East Texas. When LaVa is not writing, she is exploring WPA structures and old sawmill towns. LaVa shares her cottage and garden with cats, bunnies, owls, opossums (they think they are cats!) and numerous birds including hummingbirds.