Tuesday, September 15, 2020

tempest

The mewling and growling of cats. The howling of ravenous wolves. Barking. Shriek screeches of owls and snipes. Snake slitherings dancing tangos with oysters. And the scratches, ripped sheets, fallen drapes, and ripped rug. Grunts. Climbing up from the storm cellar surveying the carnage. Clearing. Calm.

Room 22, first night.

 

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