Kira Kagamin
Bio
I have always loved to write since grade school. I am super self-conscious about my work but excited to adjust and make my pieces better. Any feedback is welcomed and appreciated.
Stories (2/0)
A Moment With Mrs. Lily
I looked at my watch, noticing the time was 5:59 p.m. I only had a minute left before coming to the office to end my day. All I had to do was replace the trash can’s bag angove. The resident should be coming back from whatever activity she may have on her agenda today. I would like to get out of their room before they come back. Some residents are very particular about their space, who is in it, and breaks in their routine. After collecting the full trash bag, I returned to my cart and put it in the receptacle. I grabbed the cherry blossom-scented trash bags going back to the trash can.
By Kira Kagamin16 days ago in Fiction
A Minute's Range
The clock in the room started to chime, filling the room with its harmonic song. The tune disrupts the somber, heavy silence of the veterinary exam room. A mature woman with dark hair secured in a sloppy, rushed ponytail and dull, haphazard clothing tenderly petting a tortoiseshell cat lying dolefully on a fluffy blanket on the exam table. These two were no strangers here but relatively frequent guests. The patient had been living with Feline Epilepsy with remarkably high spirits and relative success until recently. The medications were becoming increasingly less effective, and the seizures considerably more violent and traumatic for both of them. The woman was caressing the plush fur of her faithful feline’s back as salty rivers flowed freely. Her free hand shifted to grasp its paw gently, brushing her thumb rhythmically over the top. Even in its sedated state, they purred softly, its ears twitching to the shaky reassurance of a familiar cracking voice. A female veterinarian stood at the end of the table where she had prepared the necessary materials with a dismal expression. The smell of a fragrant candle only adds to the impossibly heavy atmosphere. Its fragrance is floral and calming in a moment that is anything but as the flame flickers and burns steadily. The most difficult decision that every pet parent dreaded had come. Salty rivers flow more as the vet moves to the back of the pet. A part of her job that she wishes was not inevitable.
By Kira Kagamin17 days ago in Fiction
