There wasn’t a way to explain his disappearance.
No note, no just cause, no discarded hopes or dreams.
No signs of spacecraft.
“He said he was going to the store for cat food,” his wife said.
She would always wonder if it was a clue.
They didn’t have a cat.
Peggy Acott is a novelist and poet living and working in Portland, Oregon. Her fiction and non-fiction work have been published both online and in print. She was a semi-finalist in The Writer Magazine’s 2023 Flash Fiction contest, and two poems were included in the 2024 anthology When Flowers Sing, by A Thousand Flowers Books. See more at peggyacott.com
love this!
Thank you!
I for one welcome our new feline overlords.
Hah!
This belongs in something like an Atwood compendium for damn sure.
High praise indeed – thank you!
Great twist. Yep, alien abduction.
They are sneaky…
Great story with a great twist. Love it.
A quindecenniad of perfection!
Thank you!
But why wouldn’t she try to stop him if she knew?
Please explain!
Really enjoyed this Peggy 😊
Thanks, Jake!