Green eyes watch, unblinking, from behind musty lace curtains. Their uneven folds hide the fact she is staring.
Just beyond is her target – moving about unhurriedly, oblivious to her watching. Unsuspecting.
She will end them.
She moves carefully, readying herself for the inevitable kill but her victim pauses, glances her way, and she freezes in response. Whatever made them look her way is dismissed. They resume their activity.
She is ready to kill – and lunges.
Her prey escapes.
Frustrated she stands, breathing hard, nose pressed against the window. They are gone.
Her claws retract.
Written by Cate Waltham