Cat Calls

Black.

Black.

Black.

Thick, dark, heaviness. There’s some comfort in that.

My body aches, too weak to move. Why would I want to? I’ll just lie here, in this fever hollow. I roll my head to one side. A channel opens and a whisper of cool air flows.

Liquid pools in the hollow of my neck, then spills. I sleep.

Black.

White.

Must be daylight. I cough and groan. My chest bubbles and aches.

Light.

Then dark, punctured by two glowing green eyes. A nip on the chin.

The Dread Mistress must be fed.

Shoulda got the flu shot.

 

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2018)

Carrot Ranch Prompt (02/01/2018): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that features something black and white. It could be a nun in a zebra monster truck, a rigid way of thinking, a bird in a tuxedo — be imaginative and go where the prompt leads.

12 thoughts on “Cat Calls

  1. Michael B. Fishman

    I sort of feel compelled to wash my hands for 20 seconds after reading this in case this descriptive writing had a chance to make it through the screen!

    Like

  2. Pingback: All Things Black and White « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

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