The hopeful, the delusional, the wronged, and the absurd. A serial fiction. Press enter or click to view image in full size Photo by Michael Daniels on Unsplash Re: After the Last Breath Still Crying! You said you pretended not to notice me crying, but I saw you. I’ve wanted to see the production as well; it looks to be an excellent adaptation. I’d be glad to join you. Should you read this, I’ll be wearing an emerald-green dress with a shawl. My name is Harriet. Cheers! Mittens Come Home My name is June. I’m 84 and live at the Hilltop Retirement Home by Baker and Main. My kitty got out and hasn’t been home all week. His name is Mittens. He’s black with all white on his paws and a little tuft of white on his chest, shaped like a little shield. He is a little sweetheart; he won’t hurt anyone. He must be missing our soaps. We always watch the morning TV together. He likes to have his belly rubbed while he naps. He has a missing tooth and needs his food mashed up for him.…