Sorry Pussycat
One Hundred Word Story #36

Val taped a handful of auburn hair to the wall.

Cass watched past the want ads in his hand and a cereal bowl of Os. “What gives?”

She shimmied out of her coffee-stained work jeans, donned fuzzy slippers. “That bitch, Peg, talkin’ smack at the coffee shop.”

“You ripped out her hair?”

“It’s a clip-in track, Babe.” She sat next to him, opened her mouth for a spoonful. He obliged.


“I was tellin’ about the tee shirt...” Val swirled his ear with her tongue and planted a milky kiss. “She made fun.”

“She sorry?”

“Yeah. She’s a pussycat now.”

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