It was a face full of woe. Miranda couldn’t recall the last time she had seen an expression so forlorn. Her instinct was offer comfort, but no clumsy comfort could fix this.
She gazed forlornly out the window, the cobwebs trailing from her fingers as she traced patterns in the glass. Her sigh frosted the window over again and she closed her eyes against the sunlight streaming in.
The cat’s hair was matted and dirty. She looked so forlorn, hiding in the bushes, not trusting the person who came to feed her, backing further into the undergrowth when the woman put out food.
It was a face full of woe. Miranda couldn’t recall the last time she had seen an expression so forlorn. Her instinct was offer comfort, but no clumsy comfort could fix this.
She gazed forlornly out the window, the cobwebs trailing from her fingers as she traced patterns in the glass. Her sigh frosted the window over again and she closed her eyes against the sunlight streaming in.
The cat’s hair was matted and dirty. She looked so forlorn, hiding in the bushes, not trusting the person who came to feed her, backing further into the undergrowth when the woman put out food.