The next excerpt... an unexpected arrival. Although as a plot device, an arrival is never unexpected :-)
Claire
scrubs dirt from under her fingernails in the cool kitchen. A sandwich, eaten
outside, she decides, can be called a picnic. Scuro jumps up on the table
again, illustrates a glimpse of curiosity towards the cat shed.
‘They
have scratching posts,’ Claire informs her, ‘squishy beds, toys, space. You
will like it.’
Scuro
closes her eyes, absorbs sunshine.
Peaked
solid clouds sit over the valley. ‘Beautiful view,’ Claire notes. Something
clatters in the store shed.
‘Another
newcomer?’ It sounds bigger than a
cat, a medium sized dog, perhaps. From the clumsiness of the noise, she guesses
a large puppy. Best not leave that unattended too long. She finishes the first
half of the sandwich, walks inside, plate in hand, unprepared for the sighting
of a small child.
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