Day 145 Writing Short Stories

Wine

The cat knocked the wineglass down, staining the new carpet. It continued to lick its paw on the table, occasionally giving a side glance to its human. The woman’s cursing and rushing around were amusing. But it hadn’t done the deed for entertainment. There had been a reason. The cat just couldn’t remember anymore what it was. That moment was now gone. But it had been done for matters of life and death. That was what the cats were made of—the guardians of the living. The ancient gods, who now had taken the soft form, were yet as gracious as they had ever been.

The human looked at it. There was anger. But then the face melted as it always did. And the great deed was rewarded as it should be. It curled on her chest as the human watched her TV shows.

Mirror

She took a turn at the end of the hall, having wandered her house endlessly for hours, not knowing what to do with herself. She arrived in a room she didn’t think she had. It had a black wall, and a mirror hung on it. There was nothing else in the room.

She stepped in, and the door clanged shut behind her. In the mood she was in, she didn’t care. The world had already made little sense.

The mirror sucked the room in, pulling her closer.

There was the same darkness as in the wall. She stood there looking sideways, searching for her reflection. There was none.

And then the world made sense again, and she felt people rushing through her and past her. There were people there, whom she didn’t know, moving so fast, so lifelike that she was just a memory. She glanced at her hands. They had lost their solidity.

What was left in the room was the mirror. It didn’t hold darkness in it. The wall was pink. And the crib was empty. The woman getting it ready had a huge belly, and she reached for it. The child kicked, and she felt the pull. She glanced in the mirror, seeing her own reflection. The sad eyes of her demise.

This was her chance at life. She pressed her hands harder against the belly, feeling it suck her inside her. And there was no memory. Just darkness and the sound of crying.

Fridge

I’m too hungry to play this game. The cucumber in my fridge screams at me to chew it. The rice and the soy sauce need to be combined. I can feel my stomach aching from hunger. I need to find the vegetables and the chickpeas to make a meal. I need to add feta to make my mouth salivate. I need it all to quell my hunger.

The Prompts are from the book A Year of Creative Writing Prompts.

Oh, it was fun to write today. Every snippet was a journey that took me by surprise. I didn’t know what I was writing, yet the fingers tapped, and the words came out. However, what is true is that I’m hungry and I need to go hunting for my food.

Thank you for reading! Have an inspiring day ❤