It's been a while since I have managed a Visual Dare, but being a cat lover this one spoke to me straight away and I just had to write.
Hope you like it.
Everyday they watched him come; they considered him fearless. He would cycle round making a sound with his lips; a sound they were strangely drawn to.
They would watch him unload the flowers and set them out
among the stones, selecting a different area each time to make sure each was
adorned.
They would sniff the air and smell the mix of sweet scent
and decay, wondering why he did this.
He made that sound all the time he was preening the flowers,
and they couldn’t resist it. It called to them and they came from every
cornerstone, and furthest reach of the fence. They gathered as never before,
bemused by the fearless one and his work.
They sniffed and rubbed each other, with quivering tails and
whiskers, reacquainting themselves with family long unseen. Then they turned
and sat together, watching and waiting, wondering when their time would come
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That was lovely, Miranda. :)
ReplyDeleteI could just imagine this...beautifully written!
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