This story was originally posted for a PicFic quite a few years ago..
The weather was bleak, the trees void of their leaves that were now covering the ground, being blown into little vortexes by a chill wind. The dreariness told the tale that winter would soon be upon us in New York City.
As I walked through Central Park on my way to meet my partner, I saw it sitting on a set of steps, a black blot of ink staring at me with a pair of golden eyes. Except for the eye color, the cat somehow reminded me of that partner of mine... deep, mysterious and unreadable.
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