December

Sleep was disturbed by the cat’s claws scratching the bottom of the litter box in the next room. It was still dark outside. In a brief, panic-stricken moment he slapped the top of the clock to illuminate the time, fearing that he’d overslept and would be late for work. Since winter had arrived, it was always dark.

About gord

Striving for excellence, except on weekends. A font of useless information. Resides in the west end of Toronto. Way too many books and magazines on the go. Lover of good coffee. Sudoku drives me batty. I am made of media.
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