It has been a little crazy here and that is a good thing. However, I forgot to post anything this morning so how about a very short story.
Let me know what you think.
By Stacy Bender
Kitty hated clowns, especially when that clown was Harold Johnson, star high school football player. Harold wasn’t nice; he threw stones at her and even tried run her over with his car one day. Yet when Mommy complained to the police chief, she was told Harold was going places and nothing happened.
At the time, Kitty wondered if ‘going places’ had something to do with the smelly things that Harold hid behind his parents shed which included the remains of several of the neighborhood pets.
However, she wasn’t thinking about that at the moment, she was watching Harold and his boisterous friends all dressed up for the Halloween bonfire in the backfield. Kitty wasn’t supposed to be there. She had snuck out of the house to find a present for Mommy. She could find several in the backfield near where the trains ran. Now she wished she were safe back at home curled up on the couch. Outside wasn’t safe with Harold around.
Kitty tried to stay hidden in the long grass and carefully made her way around the party as the smells of sweat, alcohol and burned wood filled the air. She almost escaped before he spotted her.
“Well hello Kitty.”
Kitty tensed in fear as her eyes grew wide. Pasty white makeup with its dark smear across the mouth brought only terror to her heart. Kitty bolted into the field in an effort to get away from Harold. Yet the pounding of his stumbling, heavy footsteps followed as he chased her.
Jumping across the train rails, she felt the sharp rocks beneath her. Only then, did she hear the blare of the horn and see the bright light of the screeching metal monster. Terrified, she dropped to the ground trying to become as small as possible.
Kitty didn’t move until the noise stopped as did the train. She could hear people yelling in the distance but didn’t understand them, she wanted to go home. Checking first to make sure Harold wasn’t still chasing her, she quickly followed the rails before cutting underneath the train and heading back home where it was warm.
The morning newspapers were awash with the tragic events of the night before. ‘High school football player hit by a train, alcohol involved.’ Kitty didn’t notice. She was warm, happy and curled up in Mommy’s lap.
“That mean, nasty boy is gone and won’t give you any more trouble, Kitty. Yes, that’s one thing we don’t have to worry about anymore,” the old woman stated as she scratched Kitty’s ears, receiving a loud rumbling purr in response.