The Weight of Memory

The station was quiet, save for the rhythmic beating of a lonely heart.

He appeared like a pink cloud, struggling under the weight of his worldly possessions.

In that warm embrace, the large cat felt whole again, for the very

last time. The city breeze was cool as they pedaled toward a future that

seemed so bright. A sudden slip, a screech of metal, and the world

shattered into a thousand pieces. Tears stained the orange fur as the cat realized

some things cannot be fixed. The trumpet’s wail echoed through the empty room,

a tribute to a fallen friend. In the shadow of the night, a darker hunger