you are here
What the Hospice Cat Knows
horror◐ Mature5 contributors · 5 paragraphs deep
"Point him at me, then," Mr. Avery says. "I'm ready. I've been ready for months. Just open the door and let him in." I stand at the door with my hand on the knob. Letting the cat in feels like agreeing to something I can't take back.
I take my hand off the knob. "No. You don't get to choose tonight. I do, and I choose to fight for you." Mr. Avery's eyes fill with tears. Outside, Marrow stops scratching. For the first time the cat looks unsure, and at dawn Mr. Avery is still breathing. But Diane finds me later, pale. "It doesn't forget," she says. "Now it knows your name."
↔ version 2 of 2 of this paragraph — hover its sides to flip. The card below is what happens next.
What happens next?
0 ways forwardVote share across the top 0 branches
No futures yet — be the one who decides what happens next.