Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Story Time: Green-Eyed Tom


Remaining hidden under the food trolley became unworkable: she ate all the scraps and licked the wax-paper wrappers until depleted. The rain ceased, however, but the air never completely warmed, nor completely dried. She was chilled to the bone. Days without food, an angry stomach in knots. She tried to find some scraps of leftover offal, but an orgy of feasting rats beat her to it. Chased down by the forest wolves, her only refuge a prisoner's cage, and the skeleton within provided some wormy gristle stuck to the bones. She would rather die than be caught eating these disgusting offerings. She realized her spiteful reaction was costing her dearly, more than she had impulsively bargained for. The stupid girl probably hadn't noticed she was gone.


The priest awoke in the hour of despair. Mrs. Whitworth had left before, on occasion, but this was unlike her. She hadn't been home to hearth in three nights. Normally the girl never worried about Mrs. Whitworth, but she sensed a presence of some other predator stalking her haughty cat. She rolled back over into a sour sleep; this would run its course.


Waxing Gibbous

8 comments:

  1. Pancakes! She needs to find those yummy mouth watering pancakes.... She could fly right up to me farm and have pancakes with the rest of us and I won't even scratch her on her ears.... Mr Sweet Bob and Mizz Peachie would love her to come and play.

    -roo

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    1. She has to get out of her pickle first - then - well --- she's not always the nicest cat. Hope she would mind her manners..

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    2. well we need her pancake sauce, whats that stuff called - syrup, yeah. she needs to bring that Mrs Whitworth syrup. need it for the pancakes.

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  2. Geez, I almost missed my installment cause I thought it was the first one. Luckily I decided to reread it and found it was new! Poor Mrs. Whitworth but I know she'll overcome whatever that island throws at her. Stupid girl.

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    1. Tome, I really struggled with how to identify the entries, but decided I'd just stick with the moon phase change. Writers: sheesh!

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    2. actually wrote a little about you and these stories yesterday and figured out, and it looks correctly, you are using the moon graphics with the different phases as the names of your Mrs Butterworth stories. Which is aone of the most brillant and original ideas I have seen in a long long time. Like Mozart with naming his crap, I mean his music (and it really is good music) "movements". I think it was Mozzie, could be Beethoven. Well, it is one of those - my brain can't work past 1849 right now anyway. I just need some pancakes.

      stay frosty
      -roo

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    3. You totally got it Roo! And pancakes sound just about perfect right now...

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    4. lol, I hope I don't get cat scratch fever when Mrs "WHITWORTH" comes after me. It's not BUTTERWORTH, as I was thinking and getting screwed up. Me bad.

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