Day: September 16, 2018

Inspector Sunday

Inspector Sunday watched as the angel fell to Earth, directly over him, its form becoming a cloud of vapour hissing around him. He turned, seeing tiny, glittering eyes everywhere. “Mow,” said the eyes. “Are you here to help me,” whispered Sunday. “Mow,” said the cat, regrouping. ©Stephen Tanham

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