Breaking The Fourth Wall: Forever in Fiction Lag Kittens on the Underground

Breaking The Fourth Wall: Forever in Fiction Lag

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I am from Berkeley. I was born in New Orleans, lived in Tucson for 11 years and wound up in the best city in California. Attended a university in the U.K. My idols are those who write books that make me feel something. I am a fiction writer. I also write about music. I feel most like myself in Moe's Bookstore with a large coffee in hand. I write in my head before I put words on paper. The first book I ever read that I refused to put down was the biography of Eleanor Roosevelt for a third grade book report. The first song I ever loved was, "Space Jam." I read more than one book at a time. Wearing knit hats makes me feel mysterious and I like going to the MoMA for hours with my friends. I could live at a music festival as long as I had a Moleskin with me. Claire. 22. Hello.

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Kittens on the Underground

Whilst taking the Underground from East Ham to Paddington this afternoon I saw a kitten on the tube. The owners took him out as the tube began to move. He angrily (yes, I eaves dropped enough to catch the sex of the kitten) meowed and looked genuinely scared.

I was also angered by this. Who lets a kitten walk around in the tube? Also, what if someone is deathly allergic and subsequently goes into anaphylactic shock? Some suing would happen, that’s what.

So, I got out my anger the only way I know how: I wrote the beginnings a short story from the perspective of the kitten.

I never said I was normal.

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