On Sunday, I met the graffiti in the alley near the bakery. It was a cat. The words beside it read, ‘The cat sees. Everything.’

The parking warden was murdered on Monday. I went back to the alley. The words were there. But the cat; it had moved.

I looked at my shoes and up again. I was sucked into its eyes. But I saw nothing. Nothing at all.

I felt a warm, sweet breath behind my

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