A Cool Breeze Licked The Back Of Her Neck
A cool breeze licked the back of her neck. Or at least that is what it would seem like to the rest of us. To her, it was the hot, fetid and fiery breath of a monster. Where to run? Where to hide? No manner of weaponry at her disposal even fazed the "Beast."
None raised a hand to help her, they even watched in bemusement or amusement at her tribulations. Everything as far as she could see was ruined or on the verge of. Her whole world was near asunder from this indomitable juggernaut. The sun was departing like her spirit and the Beast's essence grew even stronger with the coming of darkness.
A plate fell in the kitchen, the Beast knew no fear, so it knew no reason to hide its presence. Yet it circled her, toyed with her, revealing just brief glimpses and flashes of itself to increase her fear. She knew that all of her life was building up to this, her final stand and that there could be a certain nobility in death.
The beast dipped its head, extended its claws. A shiver went through her as a growl rumbled from the very bowels of the Beast and the monster surged forward with the strength of a dozen tidal waves. She tensed and stood fast at the charging Beast, determined to live her last moments with valor.
"Honey, no! Don't you dare squirt the cat with your Super Soaker! You put that thing away and get ready for bed!"
Ain't no fiction like Friday Flash Fiction, cause JJ's Flash Friday Fiction don't stop
http://purgatorian.blogspot.com/2006/05/flash-fiction-friday-36.html
Special thanks to Rick
http://rcrowley0307.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-words.html
and Hoochie for loose inspiration
http://thehoochie.blogspot.com/2006/05/shave-of-shame.html
None raised a hand to help her, they even watched in bemusement or amusement at her tribulations. Everything as far as she could see was ruined or on the verge of. Her whole world was near asunder from this indomitable juggernaut. The sun was departing like her spirit and the Beast's essence grew even stronger with the coming of darkness.
A plate fell in the kitchen, the Beast knew no fear, so it knew no reason to hide its presence. Yet it circled her, toyed with her, revealing just brief glimpses and flashes of itself to increase her fear. She knew that all of her life was building up to this, her final stand and that there could be a certain nobility in death.
The beast dipped its head, extended its claws. A shiver went through her as a growl rumbled from the very bowels of the Beast and the monster surged forward with the strength of a dozen tidal waves. She tensed and stood fast at the charging Beast, determined to live her last moments with valor.
"Honey, no! Don't you dare squirt the cat with your Super Soaker! You put that thing away and get ready for bed!"
Ain't no fiction like Friday Flash Fiction, cause JJ's Flash Friday Fiction don't stop
http://purgatorian.blogspot.com/2006/05/flash-fiction-friday-36.html
Special thanks to Rick
http://rcrowley0307.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-words.html
and Hoochie for loose inspiration
http://thehoochie.blogspot.com/2006/05/shave-of-shame.html
posted by Writeprocrastinator at 10:36 PM
11 Comments:
Squirt it, douse it, drench it!
I'm not a cat fan. I like kittens. But I'd like them more if they didn't grow up.
I like cats okay, and some of them I love. They really loved me when I was younger because I was allergic and they would head straight for me at dinner parties, despite there being even a dozen other people in the room.
The parent, let's assume Mother, is a hero in my book.
that is so funny!!!
mwaaaahahahaha!
Just Angela,
The Mother is not a hero, she's a peacekeeper. She lets the cat run amok, but she won't the bratty cat get hosed.
Katie,
Thanks!
Angel,
Heh-heh-heh!
dude- this cat and debby's fff dog are going straight to hell together!
walk good.
Nice twist.
Trini,
Absolutely, they will probably wind up being related to each other's eternal torture.
JJ,
Millie grazie.
Funny stuff, good work.
Thanks, Mr. Stark.
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