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her neighbour had come back to haunt her.
He had taken the shape of a moth.
I don’t know what she had done to deserve this.
She moved to another town soon after
and got herself a cat.
You can never be too cautious.
The cat was feral,
which was probably good.
Feral cats protect you against evil spirits.
She had been cursed as a young girl, she said,
sentenced to this life
which wasn’t meant to be her life.
She was on the run.
She changed addresses often.
Still the curse found her every time.
It always came suddenly.
There would be a gust of air.
A door would slam itself shut.
The sky would turn grey.
There would barely be enough time to close the windows.
All she could do then was sit for days
and listen to the wind as it howled around the house.
GloPoWriMo Day 17 - a family anecdote