The cat spun, unsettled, searching for the right angle.

She tried the chair where he’d read his newspaper.

The windowsill where he’d watered his plants.

Now the casket.

In the kitchen, someone was preparing food.

Voices low. Careful.

The house already smelled different.

A sharpness in the air…like a candle had been snuffed out.

Hai Dang (Thanks for helping 🤣) pass the pen! take the story wherever it goes next and pass it on!