Dark

It was dark outside. Chilly, but dark. Everything, calm and quiet, but dark.
Welcome to Paradise apartments, a lively, green haven. Every mortal’s sweetest dream. Until the horn blared. Endlessly. Not a soul in sight. But still, it blared. From a broken car in Mr. Sharma’s parking. It blared, in the dark.
Suddenly, it stopped. Just stopped…Silence.
Right ahead, it moved, a silhouette.
A feline glare, bright but cold. Staring
Mr. Sharma? Honks? A cat? In the same parking?
The man, he was an ailurophile. The car was his favourite. And the cat loved long drives.