by Steve Tanham
The Swedish chair looked very comfortable. He sat in it and rocked backwards. The mysterious tiredness swept over him, again. Had be been drugged?
He gave in to sleep… When he awoke it was still light, he was hungry, and there was a cat sitting on the footstool, looking at him…
‘Mow,’ said the cat.
©Stephen Tanham
That is one gorgeous cat…
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Inspector Sunday thinks so, too… though they’ve only just met, of course. No white rabbit yet…
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