PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
“Our house, is a very, very, very fine house
With two cats and a flood…”
He stopped singing the old song and listened to the water coursing down the street.
“Sure, I’ve been stuck on the floor days, your food has run out, and no one can get here to help, but we have each other.”
Chloe and Spike had been sitting on the coffee table staring at him for hours. He’d fallen out of his wheelchair and his usual attendant couldn’t get to the house.
The cats looked hungry and as he said, the food had run out.
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