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Knob

I held on to the knob, too nervous to go into the room I had just unlocked. After a little while, I backed off and returned to my writing desk. My cat's basket (in the locked room) would give me too many memories. I had looked after Silky for years and couldn't bear the thought of my first day without her. She liked to do tricks - would jump up repeatedly to the knob if the radio was broadcasting a catchy tune. I went back to that knob later, and this time turned it; went in to dismantle the basket, and reflect.
silky miss you so known knob tricks in passing never seen again
3/9/2023 Contest - Writing Challenge - 'K' Words Sponsor - Constance La France 1st place win

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