OUT OF THE BAG By Floris M. Kleijne
Out of the Bag By Floris M. Kleijne I recognize the hissing. Full, almost guttural, like he really wants to growl. No tom hissed quite like Jones. The sound lurks at the edge of my hearing, somewhere inside the apartment, maybe even outside, taunting me to come look, to see what vapors and megrims have…