
Microfiction by: Calie Brown
Fluffy Sitting in the window sill, the sun hit my fur and purring as loud as a motor. I am the one they call ‘Fluffy’, they call my name, expecting me to get up and go to them, but I don’t. I sit on my butt and yell at them when I want food, and they bend to my every command, getting me food. Toys … Continue reading Microfiction by: Calie Brown