“Devin!” The voice rang through the house as it had a thousand times before, “It’s your turn to clean the litter box again, and it reeks.” Sitting alone in his room, Devin cringed at the thought of what awaited him. He’d only been home from basketball practice for ten minutes and had enough homework to take up the next several hours of his evening. The litter box was the least of his concerns. “Mom!” he whined back as he heard the sound of groceries hitting the counter, “Booboo is your cat, remember? I didn’t want him in the first place.”
First Lines Contest 2017: The Meek
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