Closing Windows

Y’all may have been wondering why there wasn’t a story from Elisson this past Weekly challenge.
You know, looking back, the first person I called when Edloe died was Steve.
I wanted to let him know that the cat he’d gone on pilgrimage for to visit was…
It was amusing to watch Edloe’s reaction to a reverent stranger.
Food helped.
Never did get a chance to get to Atlanta to visit Matata.
Time’s about windows. They only look wide open for what feels like forever.
When they close, it”s too damn fast. That slamming shut jars me to the soul.