Every Wednesday Ralphie Wisoff-Fields posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you. After you post your work on your blog, go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry on her Friday Fictioneers post. Place. Page.
I could not add revisions this week because I had too many things to do today and didn’t have the time to color-code and underline and such. I wasn’t even sure if i would even write this until late tonight or tomorrow morning. For those who liked the revisions, sorry. For those who did not like it, Happy Holidays.
I’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. Give it a shot. I prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. Not everyone has the time to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
One knew the other.
One – a mysterious, great beast.
Both calculated in milliseconds.
“If I move…”
“What if he tries…?”
Cat – fangs, silent speed.
Beast – far slower, but massive, stronger.
Both – fur, claws.
Both – eyes they’d remember, next time.
Both – determined to reach morning.
Only one absolutely had to get past the other.
Beast slowly extended his arm.
Cat hissed, tail tucked, ears pinned, feet planted, ready.
Cat squinted, focused.
The great beast’s gentle paw, Claus revealed, stroked cat’s head, spine. Flashing an Elfin smile, the great beast moved past and began his jolly work.