Calgary author: contemporary fiction
Norman raced across the hardwood floor and pounced on the throw rug near the entrance, knocking the alignment off-kilter.
“Why did I take in the burdensome creature?”
He was forever cleaning up after his rescue cat: crusty crumbs of food cemented to the floor; hairballs scattered about the house; and feces ineptly (and fractionally) buried in the litter box.
On the other hand, he would be good company in his newly sequestered life.
“Why did I take in the burdensome creature?”
He was forever cleaning up after his rescue cat: crusty crumbs of food cemented to the floor; hairballs scattered about the house; and feces ineptly (and fractionally) buried in the litter box.
On the other hand, he would be good company in his newly sequestered life.
“That call went well.” Tad smiled.
“Oldies are easy targets. I wish all our marks were old fossils.”
“It’s still early. Got any more calls you need help with?”
“No,” said Torri, “I have to do a little catfishing today.”
“What’s that?” Tad looked confused, a natural state for him.
“Romance scams. Fishing for some gullible victims . . .”
“Oldies are easy targets. I wish all our marks were old fossils.”
“It’s still early. Got any more calls you need help with?”
“No,” said Torri, “I have to do a little catfishing today.”
“What’s that?” Tad looked confused, a natural state for him.
“Romance scams. Fishing for some gullible victims . . .”


