Life has really been cutting my neck off lately. It's starting to get annoying how less frequently i can get on. With Easter and all.
But, i managed to get a small piece of writing done and inserted into a small competition... Magazine thing. Hopefully it's submitted. It's the worst piece of writing i ever did.

I call it flint. It's about the recent death of one of our cats. It's horrible.

2 days before I saw Flint for the last time.
As I entered my mother’s bedroom, she was sitting on the bed, watching me with a calm expression. The bedroom had been closed off, to give her peace of mind in her last days, without the distractions of our other 2 cats. Flint never was much of a cat for attention. She was a calm, calculated cat, older than me, a relic of our past life in England. Her fur was as black as night and as smooth as velvet. I stroked it now, feeling its soft fluff, and she stared at me, with a look that spoke: “I know you”.
That sur ... Read more »