This is the second entry out of the thirty I'm attempting. It is part of a series of thirty entries so I hope you'll read each daily post to find out what happens in the end.
Thank you for reading!
The angry meow called her back to the parlour.
“What did you do to him?” she asked.
“Me? Your cat tries to murder me every time I enter your residence.”
She eyed the cat who was now rubbing its ginger fur against her dress, then the man, his hand criss-crossed with blood. Fetching a damp cloth, she urged him to a sit as she cleaned the scratches. “Perhaps you should do yourself a favour and limit your visits, Mr Wright.”
He held her hand, ignoring his stinging flesh. “And let this be the only time you touch me, Alisa? Never.”