Drabble: Fixer-upper

A hiatus was in order. Her tail was tired of rocks, and the burnt food had lost its charm. The little cottage was just kitty-corner of the logging camp. The Marshall showed her the way in, and hoped she wouldn’t mind a few boarders staying on the first floor. Her domain would be the upper. The human world of wood and planed surfaces suited her now. Square walls, bedposts of four, and cornered fires; no moving lines or snaking structures. Letters and numbers blocked, not mysterious runes, and the organic order bowed to new lengths and widths, fixed, not broken.  

Location, location, location

Shown the way in…
Books, books, and

…more books!

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