Linguistic Erosion

Contributor: Kristina England - - Diane leaned into the counter, stared at her reflection in the microwave. She rolled a plastic cap along her palm. The cat pounced into the room. She was always a pouncer. So light of foot, so happy. Diane smiled half heartedly as the feline rubbed against her leg. She walked over to the back door, opened it, peered out at the trees. A tumbler skirted the yard, then flew inward and landed on the porch about five feet from her. The pigeon poked its head around. Diane immediately felt the cat’s eyes narrow. She put her body in the door as a stopper. The cat stuffed her face in the back of Diane’s knee and began to nudge her repeatedly. Domesticated. That was the tumbler. Her cat - not as domesticated as she would have liked. But the same could be said about Diane. Of course, more unique was the...

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