a cat, falling.
Maybe it jumped from a bridge or fell from a tree or some other monstrous structure.
But now it's falling towards a river or a lake or perhaps a pond. Something black and deep and smothering.
With its sleek back arched and legs comically stiff, claws come out aching to dig into something real.
She does feral 360's through the air with glowing eyes peeled open as if for the first time, howling with fangs bared in that wide arch of gaping mouth.
a heavy, stifled splash.
Like lifting the stylus from a record, her shocked screech retreats in an instant.
Body meets water and sinks in silence, and you wait to see what, if anything, will surface.