Astray

by Naomi L. | September 6, 2013 | Flash Fiction, J.C. Wolfe's Writing | 4 comments

I thought he loved me.

I thought he’d be mine forever.

I thought he’d grow old with me, keep me company, wait every day for me to come home to him.

And then one day, he left me. For the neighbor. Who gave him something better than I ever could…

She bought him the premium food.

Now I only see him over the fence, growing old and plump with her, keeping her company in her yard, waiting every day on her porch for her to come home to him.

And always reminding me of the day I lost him forever.

From that day on, I swore I’d never love a stray cat again.