GHOSTCAT

The air was like icicles on my soul, I had never felt such cold. As I walked home that bitter winter’s night I stopped to take a picture – odd circles swam before me in the twilight. They sat like planets in a model solar system.
When I developed the photos, a cats' face shone like a ghost amongst the spheres.
I slept.
In my dreams I saw a cats' face, shining like a ghost amongst spheres.
When I awoke, the rest of my family were dead.