On the hike down the mountain a stucco wall with a round window caught James' eye. He framed it in the viewfinder.
"Click-whirr," his Nikon said.
Suddenly the black cat appeared.
"Click-whirr" Nikon repeated.
What was the significance of the sudden appearance of the black cat? Did it have anything at all to do with his present dark mood? Things weren't going well for him these days, that's for sure.
The mysterious animal had to be a symbol, a portent, a sign.
But exactly what, James had no clue.