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The Prisonerโ€™s Dilemma

Hey everyone! It’s me, Gatsby, the inmate cat. Here I am in the window, but can I ever go outside to see what’s what like a normal kitty? Noooo. I’m trapped in here forever, cuddled in a blanket like a baby, cooed at like some infant, when I’d really like to be prowling around killing things and stuff.

And it’s not some secret either. Nope. I make my desire for freedom known, often at 2am, by yowling loudly about it. I don’t expect anyone to read my mind. Mommy believes we have a tacit agreement of some sort in which she will feed me and keep me safe and warm, while I continue to be ferociously adorable. But when did I agree to this? I don’t recall signing anything.

Down the hall is another kitty, a gorgeous calico girl who gets to roam around, exploring the laundry room, mailbox area, parking lot, and garden out front. We could have such fun together if only I could escape from this prison.

Actually, I confess I did run out for a second last week when Mommy had her arms full of packages, but I got so scared I scampered right back in.

I’m gonna try again though cuz I’m a brave and fierce beast. RAWR! ๐Ÿฏ

The Dream [flash 107]

He always watched from afar as she walked toward the cliff, oblivious to danger as she softly played her flute in the warm summer breeze. Her dress was the color of hyacinths, and a crown of flowers adorned her chestnut hair. As he tried to warn her, the words tangled in his brain, for he was but a beast and could not speak. Finally, he began to run, but it was too late. He was always too late.

He woke in the dark, hours before dawn, as reality spiraled in once again. It had been three years. When would he stop dreaming about trying to save her?

~*~

Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge

My Favorite Books

My favorite books are whatever I’m in the mood for that’s great at the time. It can be an intellectual book, such as The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera, full of history and philosophy. It might be a series of offbeat mysteries with engaging POV characters, such as those written by Lawrence Sanders. There are times I’m craving romance, but it has to be well-written (and I’m very picky now) ~ Jennifer Crusie is tops for contemporaries. There are several authors I enjoy in the Regency category, and I’ll try new ones if the blurb and first page seem compelling. Sometimes I want to read short stories, and my faves are by Ray Carver and Haruki Murakami. And of course I need a foray into poetry once in a while ~ love Robert Frost, even now. And I will read a well-regarded animal story. Wesley the Owl by Stacey O’Brien was amazing, and Soul of an Octopus by Sy Montgomery was incredible.

I don’t generally read books about politics, history, health, celebrities, science unless animal related, sci-fi, horror (Stephen King exception), or religion. I have read some of these in the past however.

Basically I like what I like. ๐Ÿ˜€

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Prompt from Sarah

Girlfriend Chat [flash 105]

“What do you think, Zoe?” Jillian could hardly contain her excitement as her best friend checked out the photos on her phone. “I’m so smitten!”

Zoe grinned. “It’s great to see you full of passion again. I was so worried about you when Mark dumped you for that hussy.”

“Pffft.” Jillian waved her hand. “I never think about him. I’ve found something so much better. This will last. This is durable.”

“You need to be sure.” Zoe’s voice dropped to an intimate whisper in the coffee shop. “This is a big decision, girlfriend.”

Jillian nodded. “I know. But I’m ready. I’m gonna buy this condo!”

~*~

Hope โ˜”๏ธ [flash 165]

Hope had planned for today so carefully, yet everything felt off-kilter. First, the rain had required that she hire a ride to the station, placing a dent in her meager stash of funds. But she couldn’t arrive at her new employer’s house looking like a wet puppy.

Second, as she had waited for the taxi under the portico, Mikey came out to say goodbye. She’d hoped to avoid him and any unnecessary sentiment, but he went on for a several minutes with another apology, asking her to please stay. She’d stared ahead stoically as the rain poured down, though her heart felt torn, and thank goodness the taxi pulled up.

Third, when she reread the leaflet in the taxi, the position didn’t sound as appealing as it had last month when she’d applied for the job. But it was done. No going back.

The train approached now, sounding its lonely tune, and Hope willed herself to quit feeling petrified and begin her new life.

~*~

Tell The Story Photo Challenge from Crushed Caramel

V4L Challenge 16

Keep Valentine’s Day Legal!

“I’m meeting someone,” Cupid said to Chantal. He didn’t want to tell her he was meeting a woman from a personal ad, but since she might show up any second, he decided to be honest. “It’s kind of a first date.”

Chantal frowned. “What a coincidence. I’m meeting someone for a first date too. Your age. Blond hair, blue eyes, white shirt. His name is Apollo, ha ha. But it can’t be you because you said your company didn’t allow its employees to use dating sites.”

“Are you… Kitty Cupcake?” Cupid asked. This was so crazy! His mom had sent him the dating profile from his ex-girlfriend.

“Yes,” she said. “I guess we could sit down and stop blocking the doorway.”

After they were seated and had ordered drinks, Cupid said, “It’s true we signed an agreement not to use dating sites. Please don’t report me.”

Chantal smiled. “Okay… Apollo. Just don’t bring me any more candy with peanuts in it.”

“I’m so sorry about that!” Cupid shook his head. “I was working way too hard. But things are changing at Love, Inc. A couple of the Directors were let go this morning by the new CEO and we’re going to reorganize the teams. My workload will be split with another Project Manager.”

“That’s great news!” Chantal said. “I think I misjudged you. I’m surprised you answered an ad without a photo. I had thought you were more superficial and I apologize.”

“Thanks,” Cupid said. “We really didn’t know each other that well prior to the candy incident, but I really am looking for something lasting, just like you.”

She nodded. “I’ve been stressed too. My boss gave me an important assignment and I need to really ace it. I’m drafting the proposal to keep Valentine’s Day legal. You know we have only thirty days to appeal before the new law takes effect and then Valentine’s Day will be taken off all the calendars for next year.”

“Yeah, we’ve all been talking about that law at work and how it might impact our business.” Cupid handed Chantal a menu. “Would you like to get some dinner here, or did you have other plans?”

“I’d love to get dinner. But would you mind taking a look at my proposal first? I can pull up the draft on my phone. It’s pretty short so far. I’d be interested to hear what you think.”

Cupid was thrilled that she cared about his opinion. He began to read her essay…

Valentine’s Day Should Remain Legal

After the stress of the end-of-year holidays, along with New Year’s festivities, many people are burned out. Valentine’s Day offers a fun break from high-expectation holidays. It’s pure indulgence with glittering pink cards, chocolate candy, and crafts for children. While people can certainly get fancy and go over the top with fine dining and lavish gifts, if they wish, they certainly don’t have to, for as we all know, the gift of time is the most precious one of all. Visit a sick relative, spend time at an animal shelter, make cards for charity, etc. Give of yourself and see how good that feels; it’s actually a gift from you to you. Some who don’t have a sweetheart might feel sad around February 14, but Valentine’s Day is about so much more than romance. It’s about generosity of spirit. And if we wipe that off the calendar, we’ll be bereft of anything to celebrate until St. Patrick’s Day. Nothing against green, but we need some happy pink hearts in the wintertime!

“Chantal, that’s fantastic!” Cupid said. “I really like the generosity of spirit line. Honestly I never thought of visiting an animal shelter on Valentine’s Day, but that’s a great idea. Obviously it’s too late this year, but what about next weekend? I’ve been thinking about adopting a cat actually. My mom has a couple and I miss having one around.”

“It’s a date,” she said.

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The Watch Begins [flash 87]

She had warned them, but they didn’t listen. An old demented woman, full of ravings, living in a trailer full of cats… why would anyone take her seriously? But then the crops failed. And the flesh-eating bugs arrived, as large as ravens. The children saw the shadows first, before they began to bleed. Some adults saw shadows, fertile women, and then they screamed and screamed. But it was too late.

The golden eyes were in the sky, blotting out the sun, and the watch had begun.

~*~

Tagged by Pensitivity

V4L Challenge 15

New Dating Profile

Honesty is probably the most important trait to me. I’m looking for a lasting relationship, not a fling, so I care about building a trusting friendship with a kind man based upon shared interests, mutual compatibility, and fun. I love animals, nature, cooking, and comedy. Do not respond if all you care about are pics. I prefer to just meet in person and take it from there! – “KittyCupcake”

Cupid reread the profile his mother had sent to him. It was against company policy to respond to personal ads because Love, Inc.’s motto was that love should happen at first sight, when one of the arrows hit a target on the curated list that the software algorithm had provided. But fat lot of good that had done him! He had fallen hard for sweet Chantal and messed up with his workaholism and by forgetting her nut allergy. Now, she’d dumped him.

He was so sad about the loss of Chantal. He’d texted her a couple more times asking how it was going and hoping they could stay in touch, but she hadn’t replied. She was probably having so much fun with Mr. Right that she couldn’t be bothered even saying hello. He sighed. His email box was piling up with work, but he didn’t feel motivated.

Quickly, he dashed off a response to the ad, making up a fake name, and asking to meet tonight at 6pm for a drink. Then he began tackling the afternoon’s pile of office work.

Cupid left the office uncharacteristically early at 5:30pm to meet KittyCupcake. He hoped she’d recognize him from the brief physical description he’d sent. He had no idea what she looked like, and it would be interesting to discover which woman at the bar she turned out to be. If things went well, maybe the drink could turn into dinner.

“Cupid? What are you doing here?”

He turned around to find Chantal staring at him. What was she doing here?

V4L Challenge 7

10 Different Ways

[The above is a quote from Marshall McLuhan. The following is fiction.]

1. I love… knowing you are the one.

2. I love… watching you from afar, sending you notes, following your car.

3. I love… destroying my rival and making her believe you don’t want her any longer.

4. I love… setting everything on fire so you will scream my name in the flames.

5. I love… that you pretend not to know me; yes, it’s safer that way.

6. I love… my public defender… he really understands everything I have gone through.

7. I love… this jury of my peers… I feel the compassion in their souls.

8. I love… my prison assignment… it’s nice and warm in the laundry.

9. I love… my parole officer… she’s my very best friend.

10. I love… my darling new little puppy… I don’t know why I used to be so obsessed with men.

V4L Challenge 6

Chantal’s Chocolate Surprise

Chantal felt sad after dumping Cupid via text, but they’d only been dating a few weeks and she wanted to get it over with before another night passed. Not to be cynical, but she suspected his attraction to her was merely physical.

This new guy was different! His attraction couldn’t be physical because she’d been looking her worst when they’d first met.

“I’m allergic to nuts too,” he’d said as he took her blood pressure in the hospital after Cupid had gone home.

Chantal smiled at him as he introduced himself as Chad, the night nurse. “It’s such a bummer, Chad, since I love chocolate so much.”

He laughed. “Me too! If I could have three wishes, one of them would be all that nuts should magically disappear from chocolate.”

“Especially brownies since those are my favorite,” Chantal said. “But I just make my own.”

“I love cooking and baking,” Chad said. “But it’s dream time now though. You need your rest.”

“Okay,” she agreed. “I’ll dream of baking brownies without nuts.”

He smiled. “I’ll think about eating them as I finish my shift.”

As she looked into his eyes, she felt a sizzle down her spine and a warm cozy feeling spread throughout her body. “Did you give me a muscle relaxer?”

“No, the doctor didn’t order additional meds for you,” Chad said. “Why?”

“I just feel… different,” she said.

“I kind of do too,” he admitted. “Maybe after you’re discharged we should bake something chocolatey together. I’m not working tomorrow night.”

They had made a date for tonight and exchanged numbers.

I’m missing you already! Chantal danced around her kitchen and set the baking ingredients out on her counter. She lit a romantic candle that smelled like cinnamon and put a CD of love songs on to play. She couldn’t wait until Chad arrived so she could give him a big bear hug! Maybe for their next date they could have a picnic in the park in the sunshine. Chantal began to plan the menu in her head ~ of course she’d bake a special chocolate dessert…

Knock knock! Chantal forced herself to walk calmly to the door. When she opened it, two men stood there.

“Hi honey!” Chad said. “This is Brad.”

“Brad?” Chantal was confused.

“We do everything together,” Brad said.

“Everything,” Chad echoed. “So, how about those brownies?”

“Ughhh!” Chantal slammed the door in their faces and stomped back to the kitchen.

Dammit! She had really wanted brownies. Well, she could still make them. No reason why she couldn’t bake delicious brownies for herself. She didn’t need to share them with a man. Love sucks!

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