#VisDare 26 : Engraved

After Mastermind left, I took Alice’s hand, and we walked the streets of old Phoenix. The cats watched us for a time. Then, one stopped in front of me, “Please follow.” We did. The cat led us out of old Phoenix, down a quiet path to a small, old house next to the lake.

“I’ve never seen this,” Alice stepped closer to me, looking at the cat, “What is this place?”

The cat walked to the door of the house, and mewed. A few moments later, the door opened, revealing an old man. His face etched with his age. “Welcome, children.” He motioned us to come into his home.

“Who are you?”

The cat answered, “The ancient one. He was here at the beginning.”

Alice stared at the cat. “The beginning?”

The old man smiled. “Many centuries ago.” He walked back inside, and Alice and I followed.

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This is part 21 in the continuing story I’m working on for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.


#55WordChallenge : The Fence Part 13

As we started toward the trucks, I noticed a cat on the roof of the cabin, watching me. The man waved at the cat. “One of Taran’s friends, checking to see everything’s OK.”

The woman in lingerie smiled, “He’ll be expecting us.”

The man laughed, “So will Alice.”

I had to ask, “Who is Taran?”

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This is part 13 of the serial story I’m working on for Lisa McCourt Hollar‘s #55WordChallenge flash fiction challenge. And yes, it is part of the same world that Taran and Alice are in. Now, please, go read all the other entries in the challenge this week. It’s flat amazing what gifted writers can say in just 55 words.

#FSF : Delicate

Imagine our surprise when the delicate flower of the office, Amanda, showed up at my house for the Super Bowl Party, wearing denim jeans, a pair of old Nikes, a copy of Ray Lewis’s Baltimore Ravens jersey, Ravens purple nail polish on her fingernails, Ravens purple stripes in her platinum blond hair, and Ravens purple stripes beneath her eyes. She was carrying a six pack of Mike’s Hard Winter Blackberry, which was a good match for Ravens purple, a giant bag of Doritos Jacked Smoky Chipotle BBQ chips, and a tub of Tostitos Hot Chunky salsa. “Go Ravens!” she screamed as she walked in, heading straight for my sofa and my big screen TV, plunking everything down on the coffee table, and wedging herself between two of the guys on the sofa, which the guys didn’t mind at all.
Lemme tell ya, delicate had nothing to do with that girl watching the Super Bowl game that day, the way she hissed like some angry, wet cat whenever the Niners scored, and cheered and chugged Mikes like it was water when the Ravens scored, nothing at all. Me and the boys had so much fun watching her, we plum forgot about the game, and wound up inviting her to come over and watch all the games in the next NFL season.

Here’s my third attempt at Lillie McFerrin‘s weekly flash fiction challenge, Five Sentence Fiction. This week, the prompt is Delicate.

Please, go read all the other entries to this week’s Five Sentence Fiction. It’s amazing what creative people can do with just five sentences.

Memories : Sangai

Sangai and Kaosu were adopted brothers.
We got them on the same day
From the SPCA.
They even got neutered
On the same day.
At the same Vets office.
They grew from kittens
Into cats.
With each other.
And with us.

Sangai was almost orange.
With really soft hair.
And he was a whopper
Of a cat
At 14 pounds.
But he was skinny
As a rail.
A flyweight for his size.

And the funniest thing of all
Was to hear him talk.
The boy was a soprano.
With the highest pitched meow
I’ve ever hear.

Sangai and Kaosu
Slept with us.
Almost every night.
She complained always
About the little slice of bed
She wound up with,
Between me
And the boys.

But she never seemed to mind.

Life was good.
Like it was supposed to be.
Until one day…

… Sangai stopped eating.

We tried to feed him
All his favorite foods.
Even tuna
From a can.

He wouldn’t eat a thing.

She took our sick kitty
To the Vets office
Where we always go.
And they tried
Everything they knew.

Special food.
Fluids injected over night.
All kinds of things
Were tried.

To no avail.

Sangai wouldn’t eat.

They told us to take him
To a veterinary hospital.
They recommended one.
And that’s just what we did.
They recommended surgery.
There was a chance
It wouldn’t work.
But also a chance
It would.

He was one of the family.
And neither of us cared
At all
How much it cost.
We had to try
To help our boy.

He went through surgery.
And a few days later
He came home.
For the weekend.
He spent that Friday night,
And Sunday with us.

On that Monday,
I called in to work.
And took our boy
Back to the hospital.

They took him in.
To check him out.
And I went home.
To wait.

Before I got home,
She called me.
Back to the hospital.
It was time.

The surgery had failed.
They could keep Sangai alive
For a while.
On a respirator.
But that wouldn’t have been right.

When I got
To the hospital.
She and I stood there.
We said good-bye to Sangai.
And we watched
As he fell asleep
One last time.

They tell me
He was just a pet.
Just a cat.
That’s all.

Sometimes people are just stupid.
Or so it seems to me.
And cold-hearted.
And not at all
The way they ought to be.

He was our Sangai.
Our friend.
And our companion.
And suddenly.
He was just gone.

But I know something
Other people never seem to learn.
Because of how they are.
With their approach of
Kill the pain.
And forget everything.

I remember Sangai.
Watching him climb
On the stair rails in the house.
Rescuing him from the top
Of the ladder more than once.
Where he’d climbed up.
And then gotten stuck.

He use to love
Sliced turkey meat
From the Wal-Mart deli.

And the thing I know.
He’s still there.
In my heart.
In my soul.
And every time
I remember
Watching him.

I just can’t help but smile.

‘Cause my memories
Of our Sangai cat
Are a part of me.

And that’s how
Things are meant
To be.