05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other.
NONVERBAL ACTIONS.
the cat’s eyes flick up curiously. it’s late, late, late, late, and the sun’s going to start coming up right over the horizon, and there is here, right now, a great silence she appreciates. sometimes. it’s seldom she receives it. but a tired feline picks up the paper with a furrowed brow, unfurling it in fingers chewed to the quick, tiny spots of faintly congealed blood spotty at cuticles. a constant and anxious habit.
she sips the rim of a mug of full, black coffee, carefully touching paper with a vague reverence, “are we pen-pals?”
