You hear church bells chime the hour. Looking around for the source, you see only hospitals.
A cat walks across the parking lot, with black coat and white paws. She is skinny and her coat looks unhealthy. She reminds you of your childhood pet, and you call her name.
She turns to make eye contact with you.
She walks, with purpose, away from you. Are you expected to follow?
A dozen or more vultures gather by the road, but there is no carrion. They are waiting.
As the morning grows later, the sky becomes darker. A hawk pursues a songbird.
You fear you’re about to witness a collision between two ambulances, but one passes through the other unharmed.
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