The escape of the old man
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1 min readSep 24, 2019
His hands missed the cats. His empty hands, no fur, no sand. No time. Escaping was easy, a checkered shirt and a pair of jeans disguised him amidst the young visitors leaving the home. Finding the cats was difficult. Tiredness defeated him. Asleep in the park bench he dreamed with fur and hands and time.
