This month, Jess chose “Love at First Sight” by Kylie Minogue for the song inspired flash fiction piece. As usual, I hadn’t heard it, but this is what I came up with. Also, I’ll be gone this week for a family vacation to the wilds of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. We’re staying at a new place, and I have no idea if there will be any kind of wifi or even cell coverage, so responding to comments may have to wait until I get back. 🙂
I looked at the the girl in the passenger seat of my car, and she stared back at me, trembling with fear, her green eyes wide and wary.
“It’s okay,” I said. “I know you’re a nervous, but I promise you’ll grow to like it there. I mean, the house isn’t much,” I hurried to add. “But it’s big enough. And you’ll have your own space.”
She turned away from me and stared out the window, crying without making much sound at all.
“Look,” I tried to reason with her. “It’s a lot better than where you have been staying. And at least here, you’ll have plenty of food.”
She didn’t respond, but to be honest, I didn’t really expect her to.
I sighed, rounding the corner. “I’m not going to lie. I feel a little guilty about taking you away from your family–your brothers and sisters. But this really is for the best.”
She shifted uncomfortably in the seat. I placed my hand on her back in an effort to calm her, but her muscles tensed beneath my palm. It was probably too soon to expect that she might find comfort with me. Hopefully, someday she would.
“I couldn’t just leave you there, you know. I had to have you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.”
My profession of love did nothing. We pulled into the driveway, and I shut off the engine. She slowly turned her head to look at me. Terror had shrunken her pupils to pinpoints.
“Look, I should warn you. My husband is probably going to be a little upset when he sees you.”
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
“But,” I continued, “he’ll come around.” I smiled grimly. “He always does.”
Getting out the car, I scooted around to the passenger side, opened her door and quickly scooped her into my arms. I was afraid she might try to run if I didn’t. She struggled far more than I anticipated she would, to given her relatively docile behavior in the car. I hoped the neighbors wouldn’t notice. I’d already had more Neighborhood Association complaints lodged against me than I cared for.
Keeping a tight hold on her struggling body, I twisted the door handle, grateful that Michael hadn’t locked it, and scooted inside the house, pushing the door shut behind me.
Heading for the living room, I stopped dead when I caught sight of Michael, his jaw hinging open for a moment.
“For fuck’s sake, Simon! Did you seriously bring home another cat!?”
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