Written for Tourmaline .’s Halloween Challenge
The hunting cat watched from the bushes like a miniature ninja, all in black and striking a dramatic pose. Amber eyes blazing, the creature observed me. The world stalled.
It was the church clock high above the graveyard which marked so many of our moments that disturbed us both. A single strike, nothing more. Time moved on, even if it was sluggish.
The cat blinked. I doffed my cap.
The killer set off again, just another night of butchering those smaller than itself. The cat did, too.
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