Stabby Abby flash fiction – The Cat

Stabby Abby stepped out of the man’s shower drenched in blood.

“Oh my,” she said to the man’s cat. “Who would have thought so much blood could come out of such a tiny flap of skin?”

The cat purred and padded into the shower for its breakfast.

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About Marcus Blakeston

Ex-shouting poet, ex-fanzine writer, ex-angry young man (now growing old disgracefully). Living in sunny Yorkshire with his wife, children and motorcycle, Marcus still has a healthy distrust of all forms of authority.
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