Post by Pez on Nov 10, 2008 22:50:29 GMT -6
Although Im' not sure if it qualifies as a short story. Whatever.
"She was sitting in her chair, the soft, pliable cushions were molded around her. Snuggled in, she watched out the window, attracted by the day to day activity occurring outside. Two portly squirrels chased each other through the limbs of the now leafless tree. One squirrel struggles to maintain its balance, as it has no tail. She ponders to herself, wondering how such an incident could occur and at the same time she marvels, as it frolics with its companion, running from limb to limb. Then out of the corner of her eye, she catches movement.
A leaf blows, dry and crinkly with hints of orange, peach and other colors of fall foliage running through it. It dances along the sidewalk, skipping and bouncing, she wonders where it is heading? Of course a leaf doesn't really have a destination, does it? It is just a reminder of another season past, as is the aching in her legs.
What was that? Oh, the neighbors cat has started making its rounds, she watches intensely as it move silently across the yard. She feels a bristling at her neck, something about that cat puts her on edge. She continues to watch it until it moves off to the next yard.
The sun starts to move, it's sanguine rays, shortening and slowly creeping out of the room. With a heavy sigh, she knows it is time to move. Up she stands, stretching, yawning, then with a flick of her tail, she is off to the next room, a small patch of sun filtering in, she curls into a ball on the floor and is off to sleep, dreaming of her days as a mighty hunter and provider, fierce feline and caring mother...."
"She was sitting in her chair, the soft, pliable cushions were molded around her. Snuggled in, she watched out the window, attracted by the day to day activity occurring outside. Two portly squirrels chased each other through the limbs of the now leafless tree. One squirrel struggles to maintain its balance, as it has no tail. She ponders to herself, wondering how such an incident could occur and at the same time she marvels, as it frolics with its companion, running from limb to limb. Then out of the corner of her eye, she catches movement.
A leaf blows, dry and crinkly with hints of orange, peach and other colors of fall foliage running through it. It dances along the sidewalk, skipping and bouncing, she wonders where it is heading? Of course a leaf doesn't really have a destination, does it? It is just a reminder of another season past, as is the aching in her legs.
What was that? Oh, the neighbors cat has started making its rounds, she watches intensely as it move silently across the yard. She feels a bristling at her neck, something about that cat puts her on edge. She continues to watch it until it moves off to the next yard.
The sun starts to move, it's sanguine rays, shortening and slowly creeping out of the room. With a heavy sigh, she knows it is time to move. Up she stands, stretching, yawning, then with a flick of her tail, she is off to the next room, a small patch of sun filtering in, she curls into a ball on the floor and is off to sleep, dreaming of her days as a mighty hunter and provider, fierce feline and caring mother...."