The Authentic Eclectic
Now That You Know
This wet, salty thing that she held in her hands could have been strung on a wire for a necklace. Or stretched between telephone poles to make a globular, shimmering bird. She wiped it on her jeans.
“You did not know this?” The voice was gentle.
“I knew.” Because the cat had been there since she was born, and last year it was gone. Besides, it…