ELEVEN
Pulp
He bent over, placing his hands upon his knees to support himself whilst he caught his breath. The modest kitchen at the rear of the building was dimly lit, his eager host having already drawn its blinds. Though intended for staff use, the culinary workstation rarely saw any real action, evidenced by the dust gathering upon the unblemished work surfaces.
‘How did you…know it was me?’ he asked, still struggling to catch his breath.
‘The windows were open.’ said Kaitlin, rolling back the cuffs of her long-sleeved dress shirt as she began preparing hot drinks for them both. ‘I heard the ruckus from across the street. When I went to look, I saw the mob. The Shadow Class had to be involved, somehow, and then I realised it had to be you; no one else from your class would hav
