sketchbook: Sunday 27 November 2011

SUN 27 NOV 2011 7:35 a.m. BRACKENDALE

In the dark and quiet of morning at my sister's house. Kimmie reads a magazine on the sofa opposite. A clock ticks quietly above and behind me. Outside there is the heavy rush of rain. The loudest sound is the whir of the fridge. A black-and-white cat sits on the carpet near my feet, staring ahead enigmatically, sometimes looking up at me expectantly. It drove off the other cat, the gray one, in a brief spat on the same piece of carpet.