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The Little Grey Ball

| March 9, 2014

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Bella looked out across the wind-swept ocean.  It was grey. Like the clouds, like her eyes.  The waves fell leadenly on the shore. Everything looked dull &, well…. Just grey!

The wind whipped up the sand which stung so she turned back into the shelter of the run-down little beach cabin.

Shaking out her jacket & sandals, she wondered how her life had got to this place. From the fast-paced glamorous rat-race in the city to this run down beach cabin in a grey dull beach cove.

Rain had started falling on the corrugated iron roof. Coupled with the monotonous sound of the waves it was soothing, its melancholic mood matching her own.  She couldn’t cry. The tears wouldn’t fall. Instead she was left with a black hole in the pit of her stomach that seemed to suck everything into it.  All the joy. All the enthusiasm. All the bright shining stars in her life. Gone into this black hole.
She closed her eyes and soon fell asleep on the wicker hanging chair.

READ MORE in  Issue 2 of Kittycat Magazine.

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