My story: After the Kidnapping

My story today involves eating soup for every meal.My story today is a bit darker than usual.

Today’s story, After the Kidnapping, is a single-person perspective from a woman trying to deal with a traumatic event in her life, but it’s hard for her to keep all her thoughts straight.

I stole the neighbor’s cat on the second move. He was a friendly, scrawny guy who sat on the porch of my parent’s house always in the sunshine. He spent all his days outside of his own home — three doors down from my parents — it was filled with the barking of little yappy dogs.

It’s a jumble of emotions, but a story that takes surprisingly few words to tell.

That’s my story. Tell me one of yours.

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