A Place in the Sun

by R.S. Grey

To have her love and attention was like standing beneath the scorching sun on a summer day: suffocating and sustaining all at once.

Georgie beamed, proud of the kitten we still hadn’t agreed she could keep. “Yep. His name is Mopsie.” His mouth twisted in a sort of frown. “I’m allergic to cats.” Brilliant, I thought. It was decided: we’d keep the cat.