Persian on the Forty-Second Floor
by Keesa Renee DuPre
When I was thirteen, I met a cat without a soul.
I had first learned to see the souls of cats five years earlier, at eight. Itâ€™s a funny age, eight, a time when you either learn to see the world or you donâ€™t. If you do, itâ€™s yours forever; if you donâ€™t, you never have a second chance.
It was a summer day, that day when I was eight; the sky was a brassy blue-gray and the sun slurped moisture from air and ground and skin. I was on my way to the creek for a swim when a tussle caught my eyeâ€”a bright mÃªlÃ©e of crimson. Our cat Lila had caught a cardinal. Carmine blood coated the ground, and carmine feathers were everywhere. I screamed and ran for Mother. She, of course, held me and told me it was just what cats did. But Lila stared at me with those eyes of hers, one topaz and one citrine, as if I had betrayed something special between us.
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Keesa Renee DuPre knew she wanted to be a writer when she was six years old. Her work has appeared in The Sword Review, Dragons, Knights, and Angels, Gryphonwood, and AlienSkin Magazine. She has also worked as an editor for Dragons, Knights, & Angels and as a reviewer for Tangent Online. She enjoys reading and writing, and collects rejection slips.