Good evening, felinity assembled!
Elvira Mistress of Felinity, here!
I turn all of 11 years old on the 15th...can you believe it?
Where have all the years gone?
Thinking about that, this evening, is what led to this story.
The Day 6 Flash Fiction February Prompt at Writer's Digest? ( Miss the start of this series? #1 )
Write something absurdist.
Well, I think my story is absurd! I mean, look, the idea that we felines live nine lives is a made up human fairy tale to amuse the kids, or something.
Absurd! Right? Has to be...I mean, I've only lived the one so far!
The 6th Time by Elvira Mistress of Felinity
“Well, it looks to be that time again.” She sighed, straining to lift her head and see what was broken this time. “This makes the 6th time, now.”
She considered calling out pitifully for help but rolled her eyes. “Why bother. I'm gonna kick the bucket either way. It was a good run though. I went 3 years this time."
“3 is a good number,” she thought. She was going to turn 11 years old on February 15th.
She coughed and winced.
“Why do these things always seem to take forever?” she muttered, glaring at her broken lower legs. They were horribly twisted and blood was everywhere.
“All I wanted to do was cross the freakin' street!” The damn human motorist was driving with her attention on her cell phone.
She threw up some blood and lay back down.
“This time WAS Different, at least.” She sized up the red Cadillac Escalade overturned in the middle of the road.
“Too bad. Hah!” she thought, as she watched the human being carried on a stretcher to an ambulance.
“Hah…” she chuckled.
A cop came over and threw a blanket over her body. "Right nice of the fellow", she thought, with a smile of thanks.
Finally, the end came and she found herself padding up the walkway from where she had got off the train to Rainbow Bridge. Except she was not yet going to the Bridge, she still had 3 more lives to live, and she needed to get back to her Human before he got home from work, and noticed she was gone.
“So? How did it happen this time?” the Record Keeper asked.
The Record Keeper always asked for details for the Official Record.
The 1st time she died leaping off the top of the fridge.
The 2nd and 3rd, choking on a cockroach.
4 and 5? Very embarrassing. Forgettable. Not worth remembering.
“Flattened by an inattentive motorist as I tried to cross the street. The driver was seriously hurt, but should live."
“Good to hear. How long between, this time?”
“3 years. Surprised, actually. I think I'm finally getting the hang of this. Gonna make the best of the 3 lives I have left!"
“Okay. You can go now. The next train back is in an hour, don't be late. You can get some kibble, and use the box, at Terminal 69”.
The Tortie turned and walked away.
NEXT UP: Daddy Kiril does the Day 7 entry!
I think this was a cool story! Maybe absurd, maybe not...
Posted by: Summer | February 07, 2021 at 01:08 AM
We are new to yer blog. That was "innerestin". We will look around some.
Posted by: Mark's Mews | February 07, 2021 at 01:21 AM
Dang, watch that street no matter the number of lives, it's scary!
Posted by: Brian Frum | February 07, 2021 at 10:50 AM
I was getting depressed reading it, but I am glad I continued. :)
Posted by: Ellen Pilch | February 07, 2021 at 06:50 PM
Glad y'all liked it! Hee, hee! :-D
Posted by: Elvira Mistress of Felinity | February 08, 2021 at 12:57 AM
Hey Mark!
We ain't as new to you, as you think, hee, hee! :-D
You wished me a Happy Gotcha Day in 2017, in a comment to this post! :-D
https://www.opinionatedpussycat.com/2017/06/the-lesson-a-teachable-moment-in-200-words.html
Posted by: Elvira Mistress of Felinity | February 08, 2021 at 01:01 AM
elvira; may we wish ewe a most happee 11th a wee bit earl lee; we could all look az gorgeouz :) we hope thiz findz everee one happee N healhtee and safe ♥♥
we will stop bye later N reed yur storee { still sneekin round at werk visitin blogz } !! ☺☺
Posted by: databbiesotrouttowne | February 10, 2021 at 12:07 PM