A Cats Breath

The Krakow Christmas market was a sweet spicy concoction of smells, lights and sounds.

Jack wandered through the booths looking at this touching that. Around him bundled figures slid past. The fog of their breath misting the sharp cold air.

A booth caught his eye. Or rather the women in it. Small, bundled down, but the eyes seemed to glow with a sharp light.

Asian? He wasn’t sure.

A slight bow as he stepped inside. Yes, Asian he thought.

He could feel the warmth of a small heater in the corner. Amber. It was everywhere. Bracelets, brooches, earrings. Nothing here for him.

Her eyes. They caught him. Captured him.

“Good evening my good friend”. Her voice was soft but carried strength.

He glanced around for Cat. But cat was gone. Walking through the sausage grill around the corner he thought.

“Do I know you?”

She smiled, it had a wiry twist to it. “No, but you don’t need too”

Jack felt a sense of calm. It had been some time that he had felt that way.

She motioned him closer. He paused and then stepped forward. In her gloves hand was something small, with a faint glow, or was it the light…