Footsteps behind me
Someone following
Gaining on me
I hasten
I mustn’t be caught with what I’m carrying
Clip-clop, slip-clop, the cobbles slippery with the wet leaves of autumn
The creature in my arms struggles to be free
Hush, my sweet, almost there
Clip-clop, slip-clop, SCREAM!
In my fright I drop the cat
I glance behind
My follower lay in a pool of blood, head cracked on the cobbles
The cat, the cat, where is the cat?
Lost beneath a mound of feasting rats
Pestilence is rife.
This is our death
This is our life
And cats are as guilty as rats
crispina kemp 
My goodness, you went dark with this one!
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The photo kinda called for it!
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I guess…
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Wouh creepy
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Yea, I know, unusual for me 🙂
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It’s good to have a broad scope👍
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Wouldn’t want to get stuck in a groove 😊
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This is a scary story
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But that was the tenor of the age. 🙂
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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That is a bit gory 🫣
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I’ve been reading up on the plague for the current WIP 😊😊😊
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Lucky you 😊
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Scared me half to death! Well done!
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Wooh! I thank you, Frank. 😊😊😊
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very creepy indeed *shudder*
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Oh good! 😊😊😊
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