Mrs Lucy’s Tea Set
A woman didn’t celebrate her 70th birthday every day. Thank goodness. Lucy wouldn’t be able to endure more than one night of party, food, and loud music like tonight. In her bed, she tossed and turned. Anxiety sent the sheep she was counting flying over the fence so fast she lost count twice. But her age…
The red bulb turns on, casting an eerie halo on the white panel, and I can’t sit still. My tail wiggles as if it had a mind of its own, which is something I’ve always suspected. My paws tap on the shiny tiles of my master’s laboratory — Dr Pavlov’s.