Madame Ursula

 

The Astounding Madame Ursula washed and dried her breakfast dishes, stacking them in the kitchen dresser. She then retrieved Black Frank from his favourite spot on her comfortable chair.

“You’ve been a good cat,” she said scratching him under the chin, before scooting him out of door.

Madame Ursula paused to look at cards arranged on the table. She sighed and adjusted her scarf.

Leaving her hovel she locked the door and put out the wheelie bin (even though it was only Tuesday). Crossing the street to the bookies she was knocked down and killed by the number thirteen bus.

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