The Truth

WordPress CatLuz took a deep, long drag. Her eyes fixed on the hanging clock shaped like a cat.  It ticked loudly.  Deafening, in fact, in the otherwise silent kitchen.  Its tail swung with each tick.  Its eyes shifted left to right.  That was the only truth in the silent kitchen.  That, and the smoke in her lungs.  She exhaled on the fifteenth tick and imagined the gray smoke formed into the shape of Ana’s lover.  His expectant lips partly open.  She shuddered and swiped the smoke as if to erase her dark secret.  “Ana, hija,” she called out.  “It’s getting late.”

 

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