"Where'd you get that?" he heard from the other room. Speculations ran through his suddenly panic-stricken mind. What might he have brought with him? He tried frantically to consider all of his things and figure out if any one of them was exceptionally objectionable.I don't suppose it would be of any use to implore you, gentle readers, not to read this fragment allegorically. That said, I must at least insist that you acknowledge the date of its composition.
It was obvious that the cat had found something. Cats always seemed to be finding the wrong things, or saying them. Like the one that man unwittingly walled up with his murdered wife, only to have it reveal him through the brick and mortar.
Would she be very angry with this thing her cat had brought her? His panic began to ebb as he realized all his things were safe. There wasn't anything for her to discover, so why should he be afraid?He shook a few more drops of urine out of his penis and zipped his fly. He reminded himself to put down the toilet seat so the cat wouldn't fall in. That would make her mad.
As he walked into the room she and the cat were in, he saw her at her desk smiling. The cat lay at her feet, pawing at one of those black plastic things that come with newly bought socks.
"Did you give her this-- Is this yours?" she asked him. He shrugged.
September 26th, 1988
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