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LORRAINE CECILIA SALTER

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On The Matter Of Humans

On the Matter of HumansThey think I sleep all day. What I do is keep watch.Sleeping is merely how I listen when my eyes are closed. It’s how I count breaths, track heartbeats, feel the house settle into itself like an old animal curling around its own bones. Anyone can stare. Vigil requires rest.I am Leo. This matters!!! -more than you think-To humans, I am a black cat with a torn left ear and a habit of choosing the warmest spot in the laundry. To myself—and to those who came before me—I am the current Head of Household. The position is no...

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Between the Stacks

She opened the book by accident.That was how all the important things in her life seemed to begin—unintended, slightly inconvenient, and impossible to undo.The London Library was closing in ten minutes. The announcement drifted through the reading room like a polite ghost: We’re closing in ten minutes, thank you. Chairs scraped softly. Pages sighed. Somewhere, a cough swallowed itself whole.Eliza Merren had intended to return the volume to its shelf. That was all. She had been wandering—wandering was allowed here, encouraged even—through the...

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What She Meant to Say

Weekly Contest #336

The choir room had perfect acoustics for mistakes.Every word bounced, lingered, and returned slightly altered, like gossip with a halo. Even before Mara spoke, she felt the room leaning toward her, a held breath made of wood polish and winter coats and the old piano that had been tuned too many times to be honest.The meeting was meant to be small. Just the committee. Just a final decision about the memorial."We should keep it simple," Mr. Jacobs said, folding his hands as if praying for agreement. "A plaque. Names. Dates."Mara nodded because...

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After the Apology

The apology arrived on a Tuesday, which felt deliberate—like choosing a quiet day so no one would notice what it cost. She read it once, then again, waiting for something loud enough to recognize. Relief. Vindication. Even anger would have done. What arrived instead was space. Clean. Unforgiving. The kind that didn’t ask what she planned to do with it.She folded the note and slid it back into the envelope, aligning the edges more carefully than necessary. The kettle clicked off behind her. She didn’t turn around.It was a good apology. That w...

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Once Upon a Time (You’re Welcome)

I Am Leo, and This Is Why I Wake YouThey say my name like a warning.Leo—no. Leo—stop. Leo—please.But that’s only because humans misunderstand time.You see, time does not move in a straight line the way they think it does. At night, it bends. It thins. It becomes soft enough to tear if no one is watching carefully.That’s when I wake them.I am Leo. I live in this house with the woman who smells like warm tea and worry, and the children who laugh in their sleep, and the garden that remembers storms long after the clouds have gone. To them, I am...

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