Therapy Bits

Our challenge this weekend, from Sammy Cox, is to write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 77 words, using the word woebegone.

Here is my attempt.

The cat sat woebegone on the sagging porch rail, tail twitching like a metronome for sorrow. Mrs. Keene’s rocking chair creaked in the wind, though she hadn’t occupied it for weeks. The neighbors whispered—hospital, gone, never coming back—but the cat refused to believe absence meant forever. Each evening he waited, eyes fixed on the dusty road. When the screen door finally clicked open, the chair stilled, and hope padded softly home.

Weekend Writing Prompt #434 – Woebegone | Sammi Cox