Vast ocean pounded a heavy drumbeat, intense wind carrying bright droplets up to the woman poised on cliff’s edge. A sheer of brine slowly covered her naked form.
Her thin fingers brushed a whirl of ashy salt and skin from wasting limbs. With each sweep and release of her fingers, she became less and less, her curves releasing to the granite and scrubby wasteland that led to this spot.
“Oh Angus,” she breathed. “You were my only god!”
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The tomcat bumped her chin, and lay across the keyboard. “Too much drama, Navel Gazer…feed me NOW!” he growled.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (04/20/2017): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a navel story. It can include a belly-button, feature an omphalos (geological or cultural), or extend to navel-gazing (used in meditation or to describe excessive self-contemplation). Go where this oddity leads you.
Valley of the Trolls 
Haha, if you hadn’t done that so artfully I would have been disappointed with the abruptness of a good story cut short. Well done.
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Thanks…our pets keep us balance, like a cold splash of water…
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Ha, ha! Great twist! Some days he might be a muse, but not today — the tomcat’s hungry.
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For those times when one takes one’s self too seriously… 😉
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We can all use a pause when the writing passion rises!
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Ha! I love it! Beautiful imagery…and so true-to-life with that cat on the keyboard. (Writing this around my own cat, in fact.)
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He’s a refreshing, re-setting wave of common sense. Meow… 😉
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