Shadow of the Cat

by Roderick T. Long


[written around 13, or 1977-ish, in Scottsdale AZ.]



The rain came down in torrents as the huge black sedan tore around the corner. In it was Mike Gully. He was Drunk. And he was Mad. Both ways.

A playful kitten gambolled across the road. The Black Sedan became part of Mike Gully, became a living engine of destruction.

Mike stopped the car and got out to look. The cat’s neck was snapped, broken. But to Mike, it seemed as though the empty eyes glared at him with hellish light ....

Glared at him accusingly ....

Glared at him till he could stand no more ....

Now Mike Gully was in a frozen land, running, but the eyes followed ....

He ran and ran, but the eyes followed ....

Mike Gully sank down on the burning sand ....

And the eyes ...

Playful kitten eyes ...

Sucked him in ....



They found Mike Gully the next day. His neck was snapped, broken – he had been hit by a car. Near him, playing innocently, and very much alive – was a little kitten.



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