Short Fiction #5 The Noise

The Noise

Irene hesitated.

She held her breath.

The noise came again.

“I hope it isn’t what I think,” she whispered.

She tiptoed forward, stopping at the door.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light her suspicions were confirmed.

“So you’ve had your kittens, Fluff?

But why did you have to use the ironing basket?”

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Copyright 2006 Trevor W. Hampel

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