Voice Of Despair
CONTEST SUBMISSION:
Kevin didn’t hear at first. Mabel did. Sensing the scratchy sound originated outside, they opened the front door. Before them stood a feline pulsating a ferocious “meow.” Seeing the humans, he stopped.
“He’s staring at us,” Kevin noticed.
The cat turned to go back to the sidewalk.
“Let’s follow,” Mabel figured.
They ended in a backyard. The cat went through a pet flap in the house. When he reappeared, he stood on a table by a bedroom window.
Kevin propped himself up on a patio chair and peered inside. Sprawled on the floor was the lifeless body of their neighbor.
From Guest Contributor Krystyna Fedosejevs
Krystyna is a writer of poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction. She resides in Edmonton, Canada.