Painted Cats! →
This is a story I was writing. “Want to see my collection?” He was tall, lanky in a way that made his skin look tight—smaller than his body—a jumble of bones and blood always threatening to spill out. Oily white, with an air of constant decomposition. He was perpetually rotting, melting in the heat of this kitchen. From the moment they’d arrived, I’d been thrust alert. Something in the way they...