Text copyright < First edition in publishing> 2019 by Glory Tsar
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This is a fictional book. Names, characters, locations and occasions are products of the author’s creations. Any resemblance to an exist person, enterprises, scenes are solely coincidental.
It’s raining dogs and cats outside the cottage of Christ’s. It’s not a paranormal phenomenon at all that it could happen in such a clumsy human world in which climate change dramatically came from man made crisis.
Christ had took a breath deeply indoor the fireplace in the cottage was burning into cinder and ash for like an age ago no body cares about it neither Christ nor his wife Mary except the cat Christ and Mary kept for few years that it’s tail will skate over the rim of fireplace of the cottage occasionally then it got dust covers its slim skeleton fur and four legs jumpy.
Mary named it Cliff despite it’s a queen which Mary and Christ could not figured out differences between a queen or tomcat the place Christ and Mary lives is isolated from the country though they are not old enough to pleased with solitude.
In a thunder shower afternoon for 30 minutes it ceased and the sun appeared upon the sky dispelled the heavy clouds
‘ are we going out for a walk?’
Christ had moved closer to the window of the cottage he had a look outside the field that he is expecting something like rainbow he might had an imaginary for not been able to see it so far in his life
‘ hell no'
Mary replied Christ’s suggestion in a bed tempered mood her hands was holding a whisk and iron pan she is going to make an apple pie home made she prefers bakery rather than outdoor activities even with Christ