Darla slams the front door. Home. Finally. She greets the cat and the plant, tickles them where she thinks they like it. Says: “How I’ve missed you two!”
Darla feeds herself and Ms. Boots, waters Mr. Fern, then settles between them on the sill. They stare out the big window.
Karen writes in a basement. Her work is in Bandit Fiction, Reflex Fiction, Sundial Magazine, The Disappointed Housewife, The Drabble, Potato Soup Journal, Unstamatic, Roi Fainéant Lit Press, Five Minute Lit, and others. She/her. Follow at @MeKawalker883.
Cool 😎 🆒️
Enjoyed the simplicity of structure yet found the piece highly evocative.
Animals are loving unconditionally! I have a black thumb and can kill plants 🪴 across a crowded room.
Sounds like a nice life…there’s a difference between being alone and loneliness.
Love this, Karen!