Here’s this week’s entry into Monday’s Finish the Story flash fiction challenge, run by Barbara W. Beacham. This challenge gives you a picture prompt and the first line and asks that you finish the story in 100-150 words. The given line is in italics.
Black Fur and Whiskers
He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.
Jeffrey huddled beneath the curtain, listening tensely as tottering footsteps sounded nearby. Just keep going, he silently urged. Don’t find me. Please don’t find me…
“Where are you?” the high-pitched voice sing-songed. The accompanying giggle caused his hair to stand on end.
Why had he thought it a good idea to read that cursed book?
“Found you!” He gave an undignified yowl as the concealing fabric was yanked away and pudgy hands delved into his fur. Short arms hauled him off the ground. “Love you, Dada Kitty.”
“Meow,” he replied resignedly, rubbing his head against his daughter’s chin.
The spell was supposed to animate Emelie’s favourite toy – a bedraggled stuffed cat. It was not meant to turn him into a live version of the thing. As she dragged him back to the playroom he prayed it reversed soon.
He could only stand the toddler’s idea of fun for so long.
Word Count: 150
I’ve noticed that my stories have been getting steadily heavier and darker as the week’s have gone on so I thought I’d try for something a little lighter today. This was tentatively entitled ‘The Wizard’s Guide to Parenting’ as I wrote it. I would have liked to have left that as its title but felt it gave away too much of the story!
Jeffrey, by the way, is actually the name of my sister’s cat – I felt it suited my wizard daddy! Here’s a picture of him that I took on my phone when I was visiting there last week. Unfortunately he refused to look at the camera…
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