AmyStrange & the Criminal
(Part 1: the Escape)
                              Copyright © 2019 by David P. Ayotte
THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th

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     I still worked at the same restau-
rant downtown, and still lived a couple
miles outside the city, in that same   
trailer that I was living in when my   
parents died.                          
     I’d go to work, and then go home. 
I’d eat and watch TV until I fell      
asleep. That was pretty much my life.  
     At work, I didn’t really like to  
talk to anyone, so never made any      
friends there, and no one ever came    
over to see me. I was glad about that, 
because all I did was say inappropriate
things at inappropriate times, and that
would always get me into  arguments or 
fights.                                
     Hopefully, this part doesn’t get  
the Darkness going again, because this 
is where it really gets bad.           
     One night, while fixing dinner, I 
heard something scratching at the door.
I opened it, and there was a little    
kitten still scratching at the screen. 
That’s why I called her Scratches.     
     I put up posters everywhere, but  
never found out where she came from, or
who her original owner was.            
     So, Scratches moved in, and I was 
glad she did.                          
     I loved how, as soon as I got home
from work, and as soon as I sat down,  
she’d jump into my lap. I’d then give  
her the scratching of her life. Some-  
times she’d purr so loud, I almost     
couldn’t hear what they were saying on 
the TV.                                
     The rest of the night, we’d play a
game of hide and seek, that she’d      
always win. After that, she’d fall     
asleep on the couch and wait for me to 
go to bed.  When I did,  she’d climb in
and sleep with me. That was nice.      
     As she grew into a mischievous    
and very beautiful adult cat, I took   
pictures and showed them to everyone at
work.                                  
     I was so proud of her.            
     That surprised everyone there.    
     Philippe, the other dishwasher,   
thought I was just some zombie guy who 
decided to show up one day and start   
cleaning dishes.                       
     “I didn’t even know you had a     
life,” he told me, after I showed him  
pictures of Scratches.                 
     I even stopped fantasizing as much
as I used to, because Scratches was    
always making me laugh, and that helped
take my mind off it for longer periods.



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CHAPTER 1: WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 15th
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