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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