Another year. More money than most people dream of, for one more year here. I look at the contract. It is printed on thick, expensive paper and presented in a leather folio embossed with the name of the kind of law firm who will leave
The metal flap on my feeding slot creaks in the early morning cold when the parson’s wife brings me my breakfast. Sweet woman, and always reliable to bring me something freshly baked every couple of days. Today it’s a raisin muffin bigger than my fist.
Whenever I went to stay with my aunt, she used to say my cousin and I could go anywhere we pleased in her home and her garden – except for the tower at the bottom of the field. Of course, this drew us like a
It took a while to build the shelter, but we knew we didn’t have much time, so it’s nothing fancy. Not much more than a big brick box, really. Those were scary days, we’d seen the first reports on the news after it happened, but
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