The Hanging Hill

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The sleek gray cat was fast.

Very fast.

Zipper chased it up the spiral staircase.

Across the lower lobby.

Up the curving staircase.

Very, very fast.

Into the main lobby. Around the box office. Under the velvet ropes, over the stack of playbills, down the side of the lobby, through a door.

A closed door.

Zipper hit the brakes.

Smacked into the door.

He wasn’t a ghost. Couldn’t run through solid objects. The cat could. Cheater.