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Out of Luck by Angel DeForge
Tip tap . Tip tap . Echoing of nails creeps on planks of wood . Moon-lit eyes become hypnotized by a sparkle — a sparkle from a buckle on a belt . Tip tap . Tip tap . Tip . Frozen in time , eyes interlock , what could it be ? A shadow of even more darkness , with a stubby silhouette for a body . One foot after another , nails clicking , beaming eyes reveal themselves . Fur , everywhere . Ears , pinned . Fangs , exposed . Doesn ’ t a black cat mean bad luck ?