Late

Her slipper crushed the broken china

She knelt to sweep up the largest pieces

Bailey sullenly stared from his basket

The unforgiving tail lying still

She felt cold and the room so quiet

The smell of cold pasta sauce overpowering

Paul’s xbox blinked on and off

He’d not be back from the pub until late

Late: that bloody word again!

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