Day 260 Writing Short Stories

Evanescence

The evanescence light shone behind the mountain, coloring it gold before darkness would engulf the landscape. It was a perfect moment to take a rest before she would have to carry on her journey to her brother’s mansion. The walk there took half a day’s journey. Her brother and his new wife had summoned her. She was sure that the new wife wanted her to be an old spinster so that she could look after their kids. The woman didn’t trust any other female to be around her husband. She didn’t wonder at all. Her brother had always had a wandering eye.

She was going to say no. Her mother had left her to decide. Especially as her brother wasn’t exactly known for his kindness towards their widowed mother and little sisters. Still, she made the journey. She liked walking in the countryside. She liked the hills, the shoreline, the mountains, and the darkness. More than anything, she loved the darkness. It made her feel alive.

She took her sandwich out and bit into it. Her mother had packed her berry juice, bread, and apples to nourish her journey. Thus far, she hadn’t eaten anything. She had just marveled at the changing landscape and the fact that for half a day, she got to be free of duty.

“Ma’am, don’t be alarmed,” a voice said behind her.

She froze and watched a tall man circle in front of her. He didn’t look like a highway robber nor like a scruffian, but he didn’t look like a nobleman either.

“Sir,” she said, and tipped her head. There was no way she was to stand and curtsy.

“I saw you looking at the sunset, and I wondered what brought a lady like you here alone in the middle of nowhere.”

“Oh, that. Freedom, sir. Freedom.” She clapped her hand over her mouth as the words escaped her lips.

“Freedom indeed. And if there were freedom to be offered, would you take it?”

“Yes!” she let out, unsure what had come to her.

“Then, milady, take my hand, and I will guide you to freedom.” He offered his hand, and she took it. She hadn’t meant to, but it was like a strange pull she couldn’t refuse.

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I have to leave for work. So I cut this one here. I’m not sure if the man was a magician, a fairy, or a vampire.

Tomcat

He stretched his sides and blinked slowly at his feeder. The foolish woman had her head buried in books. He could see that her eyes were crossed, and the drool on her cheek indicated that no intelligent thought went inside her brain.

He slowly made his way to her reading spot on the floor. She lay on the huge pillow and focused on the books open before her. He collapsed over the books and blinked slowly to show that it was cuddle time. The feeder tried to push him away, but he was stubborn and heavy and refused to move.

He let out a loud purr, knowing precisely what it did to the feeder. He got the response he was looking for; the feeder sank her head into his soft fur and let out a long sigh. She began petting him, and he continued purring.

It was basic good feeder management to know when they needed a cuddle rest. He had become a master of it and taught it to the neighborhood kittens whenever he wasn’t busy lounging.

Mother Of Three?

She looked at her biggest child and wanted to throw him with her pan. Her husband was as bad as her kids, and he didn’t notice or understand when she complained about it. He thought he had no responsibilities, and his emotional level more often matched that of their children. Instead of two kids, she had three, and she was losing patience and any romantic love for her husband.

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

My cat knows I have to go to work, but he is looking darn cute, and all I want to do is cuddle with him. He is truly a master of cuddles. He just has to glance at me, and I know that he wants lap time, and there is no way I can do anything else.

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