She
Was
Beautiful.
Like
Colours
Of
Ever
Season
Filling
The
Air
With
Such
Happiness...
Her
name
Was
Life.
Though,
Even
You
Could
Point
Out
Her
Wrongs.
She
Wasn't
Happy.
She
Wasn't
Full
Of
Life.
In
Fact.
Her
Eyes.
Not
So
Much
Full
Of
Life.
Looked dead.
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The White Cat
Short StoryShe's full of despair- losing her way A cat. Changing her. In unexplained ways. Her only saviour. *** ©2015 TheHuntersBird
