Mr. Hoodwins

Mr. Hoodwins

D.O ABRAHAMS

A short story

Mr. Hoodwins was as vigilant as an owl. He strutted calmly through the empty streets with a tray of hotdogs at his side and his grey, icy eyes staring below his spectacles. The open urban city lights flickered but the roads were empty and only the fanning of Mr Hoodwins coat and the clicking of his boots could be heard. "ARGHH" Time slowed and an invisible black cat stared straight into the eyes of a startled Mr Hoodwins. Mr. Hoodwins looked down at his boots and then at the cat. Something made a loud rustling clank and he knelt down to take a closer look at the cat, it had taken his platter of hotdogs.