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Stacy starts to regret taking the alley as a short cut to work, the moving cardboard suggesting a homeless person of unknown nature. She casts an eye over he shoulder….if she goes back she will absolutely be late to work but if carries on she’s at the mercy of whatever person whose home she will be trampling on…already on a warning for being habitually late, she tries to hurry past until she hears a soft howl as she stands on the cardboard.
She looks down. Tiny piece of fur from a…tail…caught under her foot. Her heart hammers against her ribs, one hand holding nervous fingers to her generous lips, she lifts her foot and nudges the cardboard to find a pair of ears sticking out through messy hair. Her breath catches ad she stumbles back, her constant wish fulfilled in front of her eyes