Tipping Point

My cat and I talk over dinner. He licks his porcelain plate clean and then tells me I need a fresh start. A new lease. I nearly choke on my asparagus. Easy for you to say, pal, you got nine lives. He belches and says, Yeah, but that last one’s a bitch. And when it’s over, it’s over. He pushes my red Solo cup across the table, nudges it just a smidgen beyond the edge. Leaves it there, precarious, teetering. Alive and dead, all at the same time.

RL Black is founding editor of Unbroken and Unlost Journals, as well as Defuncted Journal on medium. She lives in Tennessee and her own writing has been published online and in print.

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