Scram
The day started with monotony. It continued into the afternoon and bled into the evening. Not much can be expected working in the basement archives of the public library and Tessa Cridley never expected much anymore. She organized, shelved, and cataloged the books with robotic autonomy. Her phone alarm rang, signaling the end of her shift. As she packed her belongings her neck hairs stood on end. She got the feeling she was being watched. She slowly wheeled around. A Vader-black tabby cat was perched on one the shelves. It observed her with curious deep green eyes. Sufficiently creeped out, Tessa scooted towards the library exit, only to bump into her friend Margot. “Whoops! Watch the tea, T,” Margot said, balancing a cup of coffee and tea on a tray. “Thought you might like some before I head to class.” Tessa took her cup and they headed down the block. It was pouring. Both she and Margot thrust up umbrellas and hastened down Bond Street. “So what’s wrong?” Margot inquired. “Y...