The Story Garden 5.0
Flash Fiction
Epistemology With Cat
Irene kicked the door down and thumped into her apartment. The walls were bare. The floors were bare. The windows were bare. Fuck 'em. She sat down hard on the sleeping bag and smoked.
There was a cat staring at her from way across the room. She hated the cat. Only a god who did math could come up with such a cat.
She blew smoke rings at him. She asked him to explain himself.
She said, "You know how you are? Well, stop."
--Brent Powers
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(previously published in right hand pointing)