He takes my arm, leads me to a chair. “I must talk to you.”
Katastrophe’s favourite spot in the house was the wide windowsill in the she human’s bedroom. It received the morning sun, and was the perfect place for a cat to snooze on; and as it faced the backyard, it enabled her to maintain a watchful eye over her territory, especially the most common invaders – those chirrupy, cawing, warbling, koo koo kooing, whistling, flitting, flapping, flighty – and just plain all round annoying flying creatures.
“Oh spirits of the beyond dimensions, heed my call!” chanted Lord Bloodwringer, High Commander of the Undead Leagues (AKA Adrian Entwhistle).
For the residents of Hiroshima, the 6th August 1945 was the day to end all days; the dawn of a new age of horror, when night came in the morning and the most depraved of all the weapons used in the war, was unleashed upon her unsuspecting people.