Queens

Regus ran down the streetlight lit alley. Up ahead between the 
trash dumpsters and the wall there was enough room to hide, if he 
squeezed. The other boys soon caught up, "Regus! We know you can 
hear us!" Screamed the leader, the one closest to the trash 
dupster, "We'll get you! You her? We'll get you!" And they ran 
back out they way they came, leaving their mark before they left; 
a blood-red heart with the hourglass sign crossing behind it.

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You don't play your queens very well, do you?

another kitty? back to the porch