PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall
“Scary cats, Dad. Funny watching the RSPCA man catching them all.”
They picked their way through the gloom, gagging at the stench of overflowing litter trays.
“Why did Auntie have so many cats?”
“They were drawn here, son. She wouldn’t turn them away. If she had, she could have afforded electricity. Light and warmth in the place.”
Some objects on a shelf shone bright through the dilapidation.
“What are they?”
“Urns. To keep loved ones’ ashes.”
“Auntie had so many friends.”
“But she didn’t.”
Andrew read the name on one, ‘Smudge,’ sighing he glanced over the others, ‘Marmaduke, Sox, Empress…’
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.