Old ladies and cats"Here you go, Bogus", the ninety-three-year-old woman said pouring some cocoa milk from the bottle in a silver tray.Old ladies and cats4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Bogus, a furry fat tomcat, the little old woman's companion for over twelve years, who was purring lazily, hopped down from the sofa and found his spot next to the filled with milk tray.
The old lady stroke Bogus' back and marched down the hallway where a rotten wooden window laid opened inviting inside the frosted snowflakes to cuddle in a melting embrace with the warm air. She reached her half opened mouth with her finger as she was watching the winter ballroom outside in her garden.
"It must be some time in December", her voice wandered. She couldn't recall the first time winter had descended on the roof of her little porch; not since that naughty little Dutch boy would visit her from time to time. "What was his name again?" the lady asked herself. "Alzheimer something" she then muttered for herself.
Time stood still in the crammed room she called the glass