For Clark
The cat lady who lives in the apartment just above Anna's is, by now, used to seeing funny lights outside the window.
They never seem to do any harm.
This one flicks in through solid glass to Anna's living room, where it hovers above the couch to disgorge a much-refreshed Clark before coaelscing into the woman herself. She plops down beside him, staring pensively out at the wall.
"Right. You want to tell me what that was all about?"
They never seem to do any harm.
This one flicks in through solid glass to Anna's living room, where it hovers above the couch to disgorge a much-refreshed Clark before coaelscing into the woman herself. She plops down beside him, staring pensively out at the wall.
"Right. You want to tell me what that was all about?"