It was the pink one today. Trailing after her like a wisp of candy floss flickering in the wind. So, it's going to be a funeral, she thought. Always the pink one for death. Last time it had been the black one, and that meant cake. Like it or not, however, the pink one meant she'd be getting that phone call again. Informing her someone had died. Never look at them directly, she reminded herself. Yasmin knew, looking at the phantom cats just made it worse. On some strange level, validated their existence. Unless she moved faster it would catch up to her too and she wasn't sure what that might mean, only that it couldn't be good. Run. Heeding the command she began pelting down the slick, cobbled streets attracting curious stares from passer's by. Even running, it kept up. Angling to catch her eye by floating just at the corner of it, a meter up now. Down an alley. Dashing into a doorway. Alright, she thought, I'm home. Rarely did they follow her here. Latch the door. In the dark, her heavy, panting breaths. Nothing awaited her as she finally opened her eyes.Go, her inner voice prompted, go wait by the phone.
Written for the foxtales contest here:
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For a bit of extra fun, this one contains a hidden message as per the contest challenge. First person to find it gets