Stories by Sarah

Crossed

Izzy didn’t believe in luck, until that cat crossed her path.

She had always been certain that events in her life were the direct result of her own decision making and efforts.

But that cat. That damned cat.

It changed everything.

Izzy had always been in control. Self-assured. Confident. She was a fortress, impenetrable and locked up tight. She didn’t let anyone or anything in, and she didn’t want to.

Which was what was so annoying about the whole situation. In one split second this cat had undermined everything she’d worked for. Just like that.

She glanced resentfully at the small obsidian mass of fur, contentedly purring on the passenger seat of her car. He didn’t even seem to realise, nor care, that he’d had such a close call. Nine lives down to eight now.

Her eyes darted back to the road again, as she gripped the steering wheel tensely. No, no, no, her subconscious chanted.

Only a couple more blocks, she reasoned. Then this would be someone else’s problem.

She whirled her vehicle into the drive of the animal shelter, breathing a sigh of relief as she flipped off the engine.

“Right hairball,” she stated firmly to the cat, “time to go.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and reached over to grab him.

She gently lifted his warm, silky body. He really was very cute. Maybe…

Nope! she thought. Let’s go.

She snuggled the cat close to her chest, lifting the flap of her jacket over the top to keep him warm. After all, it was cold out.

Izzy crunched her way up the gravel pathway, trying to determine where the entrance was. She stepped up onto the verandah and tried the first door.

Locked.

She wandered slowly along to the next. “Welcome to the RSPCA” she read on the small plaque.

Ahh, she sighed. Here we go. She pulled the handle but was met with more resistance. It too, was locked.

She swore under her breath as she took in the sign, “Opening Hours 7:30 – 5pm”.

Flicking her wrist, Izzy observed the time 5:07pm on her watch. Seriously?! she thought.

She pondered what to do next. Maybe, she could just leave him on the doorstep? No, that wouldn’t work – he’d just wander off; maybe back onto the road again. Was there an after hours number to call? Her eyes scoured the colourful signage for more information, but to no avail.

“Looks like you’re out of luck bud,” she said to the cat.

He looked up at her with his spooky yellow eyes, challenging her otherwise.

“Well you can’t come with me!” she objected.

The cat opened his mouth, and yawned.

At this, she laughed.

“Honestly, you don’t want me to be in charge here.”

But the cat’s gaze was unwavering.

“I look after myself, not others. It’s not personal, it’s just how I am,” she babbled.

The cat blinked.

She was beginning to see, there was no point arguing.

“Well, I guess, if it’s only for one night,” she conceded.

At that, the cat snuggled back into her chest and began to purr. Mission accomplished, he seemed to be saying.

Izzy’s heart melted and knew right then, that that cat wouldn’t be going anywhere. He was undeniably, all hers.

It was Lucky indeed, who showed Izzy what she didn’t even know she was missing.

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – August 13, 2021

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

Monster of Every Story

I am the monster of every story.
That’s right.
I am.

A catacomb mind.
A labyrinth.
I have.

With ghoulish glee.
A spectre.
I see.

Hateful stares
Catch you unawares
I smile.

Threatening vows
Suspicions roused
I laugh.

The pleasure’s mine
Twisting your twine.
I unravel.

Oh yes,
I am the monster of every story.

That is, every story
That’s mine.

By Sarah ©2021

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, First Line Friday – 2 Jul 2021