Cat Show Excerpt Sophia gazed nonchalantly out the frosty window onto a desolate landscape of snow and concrete. It was a weekend in mid-December, and she had just waved goodbye to her husband, Dimitry, who had a few work errands. She was alone now, in their modestly furnished house, unequipped to battle with the loneliness that overwhelmed her around that time of year. Sophia would not permit such emotions, defiant to their hunger of her joy.Though the weather was wintry, she could still catch a glimpse of the sun, and though she was alone, it meant she would have the silence to think and the privacy that permitted her to do anything she wanted.This alleviated her sadness, and she stood from the sagging armchair, making her way briskly into a bathroom crowded from top to bottom with beauty and sanitation items. Sophia looked into her reflection, which was distorted by the bathroom scum that had glued itself to the shiny surface. Beyond the distortion, there w
Spilled drinkIt's a world of multidimensionalstatues which exaltthemselves with wise phrases.Cold, gray, carved with ice metal,the heavy hot sun presses downwhile the roots push up and around.Water plummets down from the sky,from the sea, from the ocean.Shrunken stone remains.The carvings of an indecipherable memory.A corroded futility.Those who had carefully carvedor caressed it with soft fingers,expecting immortality,now are sure to scrape at their coffinlike the countless otherswho find out when it's too late.