Her ginger tom sleeps, plump and foetal, by the fire. His lion’s mane glows red against the backdrop of flames, as does the blood, crystallised on his chin in glistening crimson droplets.
He purrs, the fire roars.
The vet phones to confirm the time, and suggests she brings a friend.
I am very excited to have been selected to be one of the Hysteria Writing Competition judges. I will be judging the short story category and cannot wait to get all those juicy manuscripts sent my way. Here’s a bit more about me.