On the road

The bacon was in the frying pan. The eggs boiling. Toast. But she was still thinking about the cat. It was a wonderful morning. The last days of April were being absolute spring. Lucy took the salad and the sandwich and sat down in the back garden. She tried to imagine how it would be with a cat jumping somewhere. The sea wind pushed on the sheets, making them fly. Lucy thought that would be a simply irresistible temptation for a cat. Pretty animals, cats. Clean. Individualistic. Independent. With a human sense of laziness.
Lucy smoked a cigarette just feeling the breeze, her skin warmed by the sun. The same flowers that didn't wave for her were now drugging her with their first bloom scent.
Laziness in spring time. Sprouting green after a long and rainy winter.
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