I just couldn’t go anywhere with the one I started working on, so you get flash fiction today.
The birds sang on the windowsill, tweeting so loudly that they woke her up. Pulling herself out of a pile of sheets and blankets, she tumbled off the bed and onto the floor, weaving a bit, but managing to stay on her feet. A long stretch and yawn helped her wake up a bit, along with some water once she reached the bathroom. She was not looking forward to today. A loud thud came from the bedroom, along with a growling yawn. “Sweetie? Sweetiepie, are you in the bathroom? It’s a special day today…” He crashed into the bathroom, and she shot him a nasty glare. She knew what was going to happen. “There you are, Sweetie. I’m gonna take a shower, okay, then we’ll go.” She swished out of the bathroom, ignoring him. After he was done, and dressed, he came and found her in the kitchen, having finished her breakfast. “Shit. Sweetie, you weren’t supposed to eat before we went. Crap. It’s my fault for leaving the food out, though. I could never blame my little Sweetie.” He tried to stroke her hair, but she pulled away. It didn’t do any good though. He just picked her up, and carried her to the evil place, as she hissed all the way. “There you are, in your little cage. We’ll go to the vet and get you fixed, and then we’ll come right back home.” Then he took her out to the car. How could he do this? She wanted kittens more than anything else in the world, and he was taking that away from her. People. They thought they owned you, all of you, even your womb.
©2012 Erin Sharp