The ginger tabby cat walked along with Rafay, all happy and merry. Her tiny feet and shiny nails produced occasional musical taps as her nails hit the metal of the railway tracks. Like a man treading through a beautiful scenic valley, she radiantly wandered twitching her little nose which had the undertones of pink.
Walking along the tracks looking at the cloudy sky, the whole situation felt bizarre to Rafay, yet it was strangely peaceful. Just like a solitary flower lying on an almost rusted porch of an annihilated building. Of all the things he ever imagined of encountering, he never quite expected a fluffy cat to be one of them, lost in this desolate land. Just like anyone else who is near to killing himself, he shooed away the feline for many hours it may seem but consistently found the creature’s wet nose pressed against his skin, sniffing his fear with those round unblinking green eyes staring at him, questioning his sanity. Can an animal really understand what is going on in his head? Why he came here? And what is to come?
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