For the dozenth time, Adrian snagged his hat on the crumbing brick and stucco wall. He didn't like the feeling - like tiny hands clawing at him. Where had that little cat gone? He had only meant to catch up to her, but she remained just out of reach, weaving through alleys until Adrian realized he was alone - alone with his back to the cold brick. It was getting colder. Pebbles fell from the wall to hit the street beside him. He jumped at the sudden noise. Adrian had never been this alone. He didn't like it. Kitty? Kitty? Daddy!
©TSW 2008


Comments: 21
a great aspect well executed..
Nice job..
the creeping of the feeling of being alone is very well described.
Great job on this drabble, Tracey.