A new challenge from Steve over at Sun in Gemini for Wednesdays, so I thought I’d give it a go.
The Two kept themselves to themselves, never mixing with any of the locals to pass the time of day or even a simple nod of acknowledgement if someone said hello.
Rumours were rife in such a small community, speculation ranging from them being fugitives, criminals, abuse victims and even members of a witness protection programme.
Trying to draw them into friendly conversation resulted in mumbled mutterings as they scurried away to the safety of their tiny house on the bridge.
They had no transport and sometimes would be seen laden with plastic bags walking down the road. Several residents had offered them a lift, but they had shied away and shaken their heads as they declined.
It got to the stage when the townspeople gave up and practically forgot their existence, so no-one noticed when they weren’t seen for several weeks.
That was until dogs started to bark frantically at their door and someone got round to reporting it.
The police found the house was empty.
There was no evidence of anyone living there, it was as if The Two had never existed.
The cupboards were empty except for a few tins of tuna fish on a middle shelf.
Two black cats watched keenly from the landing, looking at each other periodically and nodding.
The light caught their eyes.
Not cat like. Human.
Their transformation was almost complete.