Every Picture Tells a Story (Don’ it?)

/ Liz H-H

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  03/07/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

© Ayr/Gray

Well they had to put an extra stone curb on top of the regular cement one, yes? This was Malcolm’s domain; it wouldn’t do to upset the cat. Because once upon a time…

Once upon a time, there were only the curving dirt road, the sweet curves of a wooden fence, and colorful Desertwood Homes behind it, with perfectly-tended yards. Back then, cars took it easy on the curves. Malcolm sat on the fence, watching birds under the shrubs, mice scrabbling over roots, cars picking up speed over the years. These last watched were watched closely, Malcolm disapproving with a low growl rumbling in his furry kitty throat.

The road was eventually paved to smooth the way for the town’s first drive-in malt shop. A low cement curb and apron was installed to keep drivers on the pavement. Teens blared rock and roll from their Nash Ramblers, hurrying by the apartment complex to meet and flirt. Malcolm at least had his early morning weekdays for a peaceful sit on the fence. The town’s economy boomed, as did the speed of traffic.

Surprisingly, it was old man Johnson who hopped the curve, toppling the fence. Morris barely survived with his remaining eight lives. Shirley Perlmutter demanded the fence be fixed, and the high protective curb be installed—on the Town Council’s dime!—to protect Malcolm.

Signs were posted, speeders vigorously ticketed, and Malcolm was awarded a thick rug to soothe his pride and aching bones.

They all lived happily ever after!

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

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