It’s Weekend Writing Warriors time again. This is my submission. This story started out with a visual prompt and I called it Ghost. As happens, from time to time, the story took on a life and mind of its own and this is where it went.
#8sunday August 09 , 2015 Birdie 02
After the introduction of our main character, we discover that she is a haunt, who has been trapped in her childhood home, consuming fragments of her broken, discarded dreams as her only sustenance. Made homeless by the demolishing of her childhood home, she takes to wandering the streets.
The read the preceding text click here. The story continues with the following 8 sentences (I have included the last line of the last post for continuity):
A large, scruffy marmalade-striped cat was weaving around his legs murmuring and purring in counterpoint to his breathy serenade.
I must have moved, for the cat caught sight of me. Where all others were blind to me, this scraggy, scrawny cat had my measure. It sat silently, yellow eyes fixed on me, until Mr Stanislov had moved on.
As the sound of his whistling faded, the cat gathered itself and leaped on to the bench where I now sat. It gave me a long, considered stare, sat down next to me, and began to groom itself. Before long its purrs rumbled deep from inside its tatty frame.
Surprised by this unexpected company, I sat with the cat, long into the day.
© Kim Magennis 2015
Please, let me know what you think.Your comments or impressions are always very welcome. Alternatively, let me know you were here by clicking on the ‘like’ button below. To see what the other Weekend Writing Warriors have submitted, please click on the link below