Short Story: Somewhere In-Between

The sun had just risen, and the moon still hung whitely in the pale blue sky. Buster hurried around the park, nose to the ground, tail held high. Every now and then, he stopped, raised his head and sniffed the air.
Lucy watched him from the children’s playground. She had been coming here for ever, but now the swing was a little too low, a little too narrow for comfort. Her heels scraped the ground.
Some grown-ups frowned when they saw her there. She was growing into that vague space of adolescence; neither child nor adult, but something inbetween.

In-Between

Tissues, whisky and Headstrong Cats

Aaargh, I’m coming down with a cold. I can feel it in my limbs and there’s an achy stiffness in my neck and shoulders. My eyebrows feel like they are slowly descending like security shutters. I’m going to curl up with a nice glass of whisky and a book, turn the ‘phone off and head to bed early.

Not Cat is gambolling around the garden. With the Loc8tor working this morning, I found him quickly enough, and i may be wrong about him finding a place in someone’s house. He was quite friendly, but not daft. He knew full well I wanted him to come inside, so he made sure to stay just out of reach; on top of the wall; in the strawberry tree; and when he did come down he went under a car. Continue reading