Thrown off

Yes, I could be thrown on with my cat into the street. It’s like in a silent movie. I can see us now, my cat and I on the sidewalk. It is cold. The wind is blowing hard. I get up from the sidewalk and I look around. I am confused, dazed. Where to go? My cat does not know what is going on. She meows, asking for her warm place inside. There is none. I don’t know what to tell her. Things will be fine, I finally say, just to say something. We start walking to where the end of the block is. We wait to cross the street.

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