A piece designed to withhold information and create a sense of distraction. Structured to fit a story from my childhood.
The Story: When I was around 7 years old a stranger knocked on our door with our dead cat in her arms. My mother identified the Smudge and sat us down to tell us the horrible truth, the evil stranger had run our cat over with her car. I was devastated. I demanded a funeral to my dads dismay, he had to burry the beast. Two days of mourning later and there was a sound at the cat flap. Who was it? Smudge. We had buried a strangers cat.