I jumped out of the trash bin and wiggled out the food scrap bits from my black fur. Dissolving into the blackness of the night, I walked softly, alert for anything unusual. Not that anyone would be lurking in the shadows, heck that’s my job! To people, I’m the dark omen, sign of evil, bad luck personified. No one is ever going to take me home.
My ears caught hustling sounds from the front side of the building. I stealthily scaled the place to see the source of the noise. Two men dressed in black were crossing the road, carrying big bundles. Lying with his face to the pavement, a blue-uniformed guy seemed to be knocked out. Quickening my pace I made a dash for the fleeing figures.
“Let’s get out fast. This security guard is out cold. But the other guy may come any moment.”
“ Yeah. Just hold on tight to this grand loot and follow me into the alley.”
“ Ouch, something bit me. Ahhh what’s this vile creature?
“It’s just a cat. Kick it off and hurry. The other guard is already here. “
“The cat won’t let go. Ahhh, I’m bleeding…”
Zzzz , they collapsed, hit by the taser in the hands of the running guard. He took his walkie-talkie and reported the break-in.
He searched for any other hiding other crooks. He failed to notice the black cat slipping away. No one would ever know it saved the day.
In response to Fiction Monday picture and word prompt “shadow” hosted by Vinitha Dileep
~ Fahima Yousouf