Faraway Night sits tall on a rooftop overlooking the city. From her place, the town looks lovely, a blaze of twinkling, shining lights, but the small cat knows better. She knows the city streets are filled with strangers mired in frustration, anger, and fear. Why they bury themselves in ugliness when there is beauty right before their eyes confounds Faraway Night.

As she peers away from the city and up into the moon-filled sky, she smells snow on the wind.

The snow will come, she thinks to herself. All is as it should be.



About Mollie Hunt

I am the crazy cat lady, animal shelter volunteer, Trekkie, and mystery writer. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest and will watch any TV show or movie filmed here. Even though I am of a goodly age (sixty-something) I go to Star Trek conventions in costume and am not afraid to be by myself. I enjoy my life in the cat lane. Words to live by: Spay and neuter; Live long and prosper; Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.
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  1. Roby Sweet says:

    I love that picture! Sounds like Faraway Night is an exceptionally wise cat.

  2. Pingback: THE FLIGHT OF FARAWAY NIGHT | Mollie Hunt: Crazy Cat Lady Mysteries and more

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