Micro Horror Day 16

“He . . . he tripped over our cat Shadow in the dark and fell down the stairs and, and he landed like that, with his neck all twisted,” Mary told the officer, patting at the tears on her face.

“I’m sorry about your husband, ma’am. I guess black cats are unlucky,” the officer said.

I prefer to think of her as well-trained, Mary thought as she slipped Shadow another cat treat.

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