626. End of the bed
© Bruce Goodman 28 June 2015






Hailey and Malcolm lay in bed. It was a warm spring night; not overbearing, but mild enough to have the window wide open.

Hailey read a while, with Malcolm snoring beside her. She turned out the bedside light and snuggled down in the bed.

Around midnight Hailey felt something run across her feet. A rat? A mouse? She sat up with a start. She woke Malcolm. There was nothing to be seen. They fell asleep again.

The next morning, at the end of the bed, there was a cat. She had given birth to three kittens in the night.

Whose cat it was, they had no idea. It wasn’t their cat. They hated pets.

Malcolm put the kittens in a sack with a couple of boulders and dropped the bag from a bridge into the river.


Contact Author
Back to Story Listings
Next Story
Previous Story