by Steve Tanham
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
Sun in Gemini 
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