Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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stepped into the tunnel, his eyes adjusting to the dim light.

The walls were damp and cold, and the air was filled with an

eerie echo.

As Stevie ventured deeper into the tunnel, he heard strange

noises; whispers, footsteps, and the distant sound of dripping

water. His heart pounded in his chest, but he kept moving

forward, his determination unwavering. He knew that the only way

out was to keep going.

After what felt like an eternity, Stevie emerged from the tunnel

into a dimly lit alleyway. The alley was narrow and lined with

old, crumbling buildings and derelicts who looked crazed.

Stevie's ears perked up as he heard the faint sound of music

coming from a nearby window. The familiar tune of "Can’t Find My

Way Home" filled the air, giving Stevie a sense of foreboding,

but something also made him hope.

Following the music, Stevie made his way through the alley and

onto a bustling street. The fog had lifted slightly, and he

could see the bright lights of Port Authority in the distance.

But off to his side was a small group of ominous looking, dark

bums; one of whom was showing off a knife while asking Stevie

for a “loan.” The bums were too stoned or drunk to move quickly,