The Old Man, the Screaming Cat, and the Last Thing He Had Left

The cat was screaming so hard in the parking lot, I honestly thought I was watching a kidnapping in broad daylight.

I had just come out of the grocery store with two bags cutting into my fingers when I saw him.

An older man, maybe seventy, stood beside an old sedan with the back door open, holding a long gray …

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