Full Circle I stood and looked through the glass kitchen door panels into the living room, where our cat laid on its side. Vomit and faeces stained the grey carpet, and I cried. My brother cried too, and he was five, so my mother lied and said he’s sleeping. My mother scooped our cat into a black bin bag, and that is where he sleeps. … Continue reading ‘Full Circle’ by Santino Prinzi