Short Fiction #5 The Noise
She held her breath.
The noise came again.
â€œI hope it isnâ€™t what I think,â€ she whispered.
She tiptoed forward, stopping at the door.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light her suspicions were confirmed.
â€œSo youâ€™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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