Author: January River

Roger furrowed his brow and leaned back in his chair. “And you’re absolutely certain that’s what she said?” Noble nodded, chin up, chin down, decisively. “She was pretty close to my ear. I’m sure that was it.” “Hmm,” said Roger. “Ok. So what does it mean?”

He turned back to Eloise. “What are you doing here?” he asked the cat, quietly. “I don’t mind that you’re here,” he said quickly, “but I don’t understand why. And why do you disappear sometimes when I look away, but not this time? Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”

As the bus shuddered to a stop at a red light, cars and trucks and mopeds in the other lane zipped past the trees lining the sidewalks. Most were saplings with small leaves just beginning to unfurl, but the bright yellow aspen on the corner stood taller than any of them. It certainly had more cats—three, by his count.

He tripped, and for a moment, he windmilled wildly down the sidewalk, arms flailing, legs trying to part ways with his torso. He looked away, struggled with some success to find his balance again, and slowed to a jog. He looked back up. The bus was still there, but the tree and the cat had vanished.