So my little LuLu is making her first appearance in fiction! “Yeah,” he agreed, sitting down at the small, scarred-up table that had once occupied his mothers kitchen. He placed the gutter on the table, and with that same wicked looking tool, began to cut the aluminum vertically up one side. Then he did the other. “Come over here... Im going to peel back the metal and you grab the kitten. If it is a kitten. If its a rat, which is possible—.” “Its not a rat!” “Or a possum, or a raccon, or even a skunk thats still too young to spray,” he said. “We live in Kentucky, Caroline.” She bit her lip. “Im pretty sure its a kitten. It sounds like a kitten.” “One possessed by the devil, sure.”
Posted on: Tue, 13 Jan 2015 03:46:37 +0000