My Marked Luna
As I walk, I hear a muffled sound, "Help me, help me, please,"
I follow the sounds to a tall, large tree that falls over the concrete fence. I look up and see a small figure of a woman hanging on a tree branch like a koala. Standing on the edge of the top wall fence is a black cat glaring at her.
"Hello, there,"
"Hi," she cries, her voice hoarse. "Can you help me?"
"Um, sure,"
"I'm stuck between my sisters' two cats, one down, the other here. They hate me. Please chase them away,"
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