Theme # 83: Fearful


The snow swirled in the streets, little crystal points of moonlight slanting through the cracks in the boarded-up doors of abandoned houses. The neighbourhood lay empty and in ruins, and Crookshanks was quiet, very quiet, as he crept into a house.

He was not fearful of what lay ahead for him. He might have been a vain cat, but he had never been a coward. He was as brave as a big, orange cat could possibly be, and he was proud of it.

It was just that he missed his owner, and the fun times they had spent together.