The cat squeezed through the narrow space between the two houses, the tip of his tail flicking a little from one side to the other.
He had prowled these streets ever since he was a kitten, and knew the lay-out of this city like the back of his paw. But back here, in something way too narrow to ever be called an alley, was something his cat eyes had never seen before.
There was something rippling in the air, and he had returned again and again to investigate it. Still, he was none the wiser.
Today, however, he saw something even stranger. A paw, very much unlike his own, was stretched through the rippling spot, moving slowly towards him.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
