"Gran?" I leaned over and cupped her cheek.
Her eyes opened a crack & she gave me a wan smile. "Say your goodbye, then."
"I don't want to." I swallowed hard against the thickness in my throat. "I'll miss you too much."
"I'm tired, bug," she whispered. "Dog tired."
I do not know this old woman in the mirror. I do not know these lined eyes and clipped lips. For I am dandelions wild in the drive. I am sundown's woesome howl. I am the wicked girl stealing stop signs by twilight with boys trailing like besotted dogs in her wake.
Fog snagged on the prickly pines outside our Biloxi single-wide while I watched Cat in the Hat and Papa wandered off with his Remington to make a ghost of himself. God weren't good company after that, so Mama took up with the Devil to keep from feeling lonely.
It was a creature that made the hair on Liaden's neck prickle. One of the huge cats that stood as high as a man's shoulder, with fangs curving out of its mouth and below its jaws. She had never seen one before, only heard stories. It smelled rank, like old blood. #1linewed
Persephone smiled at her date outside the bistro, then snuck a piece of croissant to his dog under the table.
"What do you call all his heads?" she asked. "Cerberus One, Two and Three?"
"Moe, Larry and Curly," Hades grinned.
"All such good boys," she cooed.
Cracked, blackened lips fought to form words. In my memory. And in the graveyard. I squeezed the dogtags, burying the desert beneath cemetery grass. Charred arms covered in paper peels of flesh waved fingers of bone at me. Beckoning, like they knew I belonged with them.
The branches shudder, but instead of giant hounds, a pack of Corgis rushes through them. Each Corgi has a rider. Silver and leather bridles and saddles look out of place against the long coats, and the leaps of the dogs make them seem less than impressive steeds.
Ruth never liked cats much but she adopted Achoo from the animal shelter who had been overlooked for a year and a half because of his runny nose. Something about his sad sniffling charmed its way into her heart and he soon became her sinusy feline teddy bear. #1linewed
‘We’re talking about a public place in daylight, your choice, bring a friend, your brother, your sisters, your dog, whoever, whenever - just decide one way or the other and stop pretending more time on here will make a difference, it won't and you know it.’ #1lineWed
The room is full of travelers, thieves, and would-be adventurers - many who would kill us if they knew what power we guarded - so we can't trust any of them; but I trust the inn keeper's cat least of all. #1LineWed
My Sisters- do not fear the lines that bleed off the map, nor the quiet of a lone heartbeat. Do not break your bones to fit Adam's Rib. Do not clutch like wistful housecats on your windowsills, looking out at the life you could be living.
"Max's mom told me how their cat hated Chloe, so she should have known that something was wrong with her as the cat was an excellent judge of people. The cat loved me."
She smiled straightening his tie.
"This ruse won't fool anybody," Jinx said.
Annette admired him. "No. Not shifted like this."
The cat woman in an evening dress rubbed her cheek to his. "Just to dress up."
"Well, I am a tuxedo cat," he purred.
“You want to know the ‘dirty little secret’? You stay because you think you’re not worth it; fall for it because abuse feels normal, and Cat? Some get off on watching the show; using you as their ruse. It’s sad. By looking away, they stab you in the back, too.”
"I only cure those worthy of further breathing. This chap may be no better than the mutts that run our alleys, but you says he's worthy, so I'll apply my trade."
He pulled a frighteningly long blade from his pouch. "If I regret this... you all do." #TalesNoir #1linewed
Icy stars twinkled overhead as Charles tugged Joanna into the frigid air.
“Chicken!” He jabbed a chubby finger into the darkness.
Emerald eyes blinked sleepily from a tiny grey shadow.
"It’s a kitten” Joanna grinned.
“Chicken!!” Her son repeated stubbornly.
It was always like that for me; it seemed that when spring arrived, I could bury the dogs of winter. I went outside to inspect the shrubs and trees for any signs of life, sure enough, I spotted a few buds that were beginning to swell up just enough to give me hope. #1linewed
Moonlight casts a pale stripe across the lounge, but it does not reach the bed. I borrow the sight of a cat sleeping in the flat next to mine to see Dearon better. His eyes are fixed on mine, and the intensity of his expression threatens to sweep me away. I tremble.
Everyone says Aunt Harmanis’s cat is the devil himself. When her neighbor put out poison tuna, she died from inhaling the fumes. Cousin Bert took him for a ride to the woods and Bert’s never been seen since. Her son put a spell on him and he was cursed with the pocks.
Time thickened in the pre-dawn hours before the battle, passing so slowly Harry felt night would never end. His camp lay motionless beneath a blanket of clouds, the anticipatory silence broken only by a dog snuffling around the dampened fires in search of food.