Chinese cat

Borneo 403

 

I knocked on the large wooden door, the red sign above me banging in the wind.

A greasy man ran his fingers across his chin and eyed me wearily.

“I’ve come-

He cut me off, indicating with raised hand to say no more.

He pointed around the side of the restaurant.

Following the cracked concrete path, I edged around drums of  oil and pots of paint.

She raised her clever opal eyes to me.

“You have come to the right place.”

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