Yes, I’m Being Followed by a Moonshadow
By Israfel Sivad

Perhaps it was only by chance she was listening to Cat Stevens as she walked home that day. Shortly after she rounded the corner off Sherman Ave and onto Georgia, she noticed a gray and white cat with a little pink nose sitting in the flowerbed of a building at the corner on Quincy. The cat was staring at her. She didn’t know cats all that well. She was allergic to them, but she loved them anyway. Recently, she’d become obsessed with...