THE BLACK CAT
By JP BROWN
It was a dark night in October, and all the streets were quiet and empty. As I walked around the neighbourhood, all was silent and deserted, with only the crisp, cold wind stirring the leaves in the trees. I plodded on in deep meditation, and thought about the past and the future, two uncertain variables in my troubled life. What would the solution be to my current predicament; I did now know. My life seemed to be a riddle, and a mystery of unfortunate events. A sequel of bad turns always coming my way. Would there ever be a way out of this mess, I wondered. Just then as I turned the corner of a dark and dreary street, an eerie black cat crossed my path. It looked at me and meowed softly, as if in need and hunger. Then it disappeared into the alley like a ghost. That was all I needed, another bad omen on this all hallows eve. Well, I thought to myself ‘Trick or treat?’ and smiled. It was all in the hands of the gods, as the black night swallowed the city like a dark spectre.