Written In Ink

By inkstainedhand

Cold Morning

It's the first shift this morning, out of the seven in a row. The thought is already making me tired. It was freezing when I got up and when I walked to the bus stop there was frost on the ground. I had to take a photo of this cat, just sitting in the footpath, staring at me, then looking into the wooded area in front of me. I was tempted to walk past him and give him a pet but I didn't. I didn't want to miss my bus as it would've made me get to work a bit too close to the start of the shift for me to change into my shoes and uniform.

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