The Neighbor’s Cats: Flash Fiction

ghostcatI woke up and saw my neighbor’s cats, all five of them.

I knew them all by name: Midnight, Misty, Bianca, Cali, and Mr. Orange, who was just a kitten.

I knew how each one of them died.

“It’s time,” the cats said.

I rose from my grave.

“Let’s do it,” I said.

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