Mid-February has me wondering what’s going on. We have spring-like temperatures and the snow is all but gone. A friend evensaw a robin last week. Hope the little guy has alternate housing. Reguardless of what the rodents say, I don’t think Mother Nature’s fiished with us yet.
Welcome to this week’s Tuesday Tales. The dedicated authors who post weekly do so based on a word prompt which is incorporated into the current work in progress. This week’s prompt is HAND. I’m continuing with my Contemporary Paranormal Romance, Listen to the Stones. Enjoy!
“Hang on to me,” James ordered . “As I said, it’s quite slippery, and my size twelves offer more purchase than your tiny shoes.”
They were halfway to the door when the wind suddenly died, the silence so profound that Marina stopped in her tracks and blinked. Hadn’t she heard the wind never stopped on Lewis? She was about to say something when she heard a faint sound, a mewling cry.
“What is that?”
“What’s what?” James words were gruff as he stopped beside her.
“Listen. It seems to be coming from over there on the right.”
She closed her eyes and focused on the sound. It couldn’t be a child out in this weather, but some other animal? A sheep, a dog, or perhaps a cat?
In the dim light, she watched the quick play of emotions dance across James’s face.
“Whatever it is, it sounds weak and in trouble. It’s coming from over there.” He indicated the side of the house. “Let me–“
Before he could stop her, Marina pulled her arm out of his and hurried toward the sound, one hand held out in front of her anticipating danger in the dark. The long, sparse grass beneath her feet was as slippery as the muddy laneway had been.
“Wait for me.”
James hurried behind her, his cell phone providing a tiny circle of light piercing the blackness. The beam rested on a recessed doorway.
“There it is.”
Wedged against the door, trying to hide from the storm, was a tiny kitten. The poor animal was so wet, that it was impossible to tell what color it was.
“Stay here. I’ll get the wee thing.” He chuckled. “Perhaps the beast is the latest incarnation of the Cat Sith.”
James approached the creature, but as he reached for it, the animal hissed and lunged away from him, racing toward Marina. She bent and picked it up.
The animal’s heart pounded with its recent effort, and it shivered.
Heedless of the kitten’s wet state, Marina opened her jacket and tucked the animal inside.
“Come on. The poor thing is terrified. No doubt it smells your cat on you. That would explain its odd behavior. By the way, what’s your cat’s name?”
James returned to her side, the cat burrowing deeper into her chest.
“Mittens, but do remember Aunt Mary named him.”
That’s it. Come back next week for more. Don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.
Aww, they found a kitty. It might be a sith! As I read your selection, my cat Marigold was purring on my chair arm, trying to convince me it’s supper time, which it is not haha. Great work with this story! I am so hooked.
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Thanks Flossie
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I love Mittens as a cat name. Perfect for one with different colored paws. So sweet the way she took in the kitten and very interesting that it went right to her and not him. Hmm. Is that kitten trying to tell us something? I hope we’ll find out more next week. Great story!
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Thanks, Jean. It might take a while to get all your answers.
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I love that she leaves him in the dark to find a kitten and then tucks it against her. And I love the name mittens! Great job!
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Ahhhh – a kitten rescue! Every good story needs a good kitten rescue.
I’m excited to hear your friend spotted a robin! I went for a walk today and spotted a bush with fresh green growth started. And my daffodils bloomed a few days ago. I’m ready for spring! Although I think I’ll see spring before you will.
Great snippet!
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The poor robin has probably head out of town to find shelter elsewhere. Since last week, the temperatures have dropped drastically and we now have 8 inches of snow with no grass to be seen anywhere. I knew the rodents were wrong.
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Yikes! I’m reading this late (doing a lot of catch up work today!) Do you still have a lot of snow, or is it gone by now?
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The Cat Sith – which is how our rescue cat, very black even when dry, became simply Cat.
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