The First Trip
To all who are reading this,
This is a short flash fiction, entitled, The First Trip. I hope you enjoy it!
Cold hands encircled his stomach, pulling him ever closer to his doom. With panicked eyes, he sought out his younger sister, but only to have his heart broken. She was being manhandled in the same way, flattened to the floor as a rope was fastened around the safety collar on her neck.
"Help! Someone help!" she cried, but it was useless. No one else seemed to hear her, and they continued with their business.
He kept low to the ground, as a length of rope was wound around his own collar - gold, in a great contrast to her red. He assumed it was for identification, but with these beasts you couldn't tell. The two had spent countless hours fighting to be free of their prisons, but they were rewarded with a swift backhand.
"Don't worry sis, I'm here," he said softly, as he was hoisted upright. He pulled at the rope, trying to get to his sister, but the beast in charge simply pulled him back.
The white door opened suddenly, and his sister was urged forwards by her keeper. She glanced back at him with fright in her eyes.
He had to do something! He began to fight his captor, but was pushed in the same direction, the beast holding onto the rope.
The wind was bitter cold as it whistled around their bones. Unceremoniously, they were hoisted into the air and carried down a set of sharp stone stairs. In a situation like this, they knew to keep quiet, for they were fearful of what was to happen next.
A grassy knoll lay before them, and their captors set them down. Brother and sister stood side by side, the dewy grassy strands sticking between their toes uncomfortably.
He took a few steps, cautious as ever, until he let out a great cry as his foot scraped against a sharp pebble.
He sought out his sister, who was slightly better off. Light on her feet, she trod on the grass, crouching low every now and then to inhale the fresh scent, before glancing at her captor.
He knew he wouldn't like it. He had heard tell of this happening to others, but had never imagined it would happen to him, or his sister.
--- "I don't think they like it," I said, reaching underneath the rabbit hutch where Bilbo had hidden. I hauled on the thin orange rope that I had fastened onto his collar, to prevent him from running. He came out, claws outstretched, meowing softly. I brought him to my chest and fussed his great head. Sooty was already curled in my mother's arms, her black fur on end, her paws dainty. "I'm not sending them out again. No way, no how," I said over my shoulder. Gently, I carried Bilbo back upstairs to the house. Opening the kitchen door, he ran straight in, almost pulling me headlong by his lead. --- Safe underneath the desk, Bilbo tried to chew off the lead. It tasted horrid on his pink tongue, and he hated how the pads of his paws felt now. He could hear his sister mewing in the kitchen, and both the owners calling his name.
He wouldn't go to them. That had been an awful first trip, and he wasn't in a hurry for another one.
Sooty (left) and Bilbo (right).For those wondering, this was the tale of my kittens, Bilbo and Sooty, and their first trip out into the garden. I have of course taken liberty with the story, and of course, there is no harming of animals in reality!
If you would like to leave me feedback, feel free. I would welcome it!
You can also find me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zoe-Adams-Author/238105912892455 or on Twitter at @ZeeZeeDreaming.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
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Currently reading: Across the Universe by Beth Revis.
This is a short flash fiction, entitled, The First Trip. I hope you enjoy it!
Cold hands encircled his stomach, pulling him ever closer to his doom. With panicked eyes, he sought out his younger sister, but only to have his heart broken. She was being manhandled in the same way, flattened to the floor as a rope was fastened around the safety collar on her neck.
"Help! Someone help!" she cried, but it was useless. No one else seemed to hear her, and they continued with their business.
He kept low to the ground, as a length of rope was wound around his own collar - gold, in a great contrast to her red. He assumed it was for identification, but with these beasts you couldn't tell. The two had spent countless hours fighting to be free of their prisons, but they were rewarded with a swift backhand.
"Don't worry sis, I'm here," he said softly, as he was hoisted upright. He pulled at the rope, trying to get to his sister, but the beast in charge simply pulled him back.
The white door opened suddenly, and his sister was urged forwards by her keeper. She glanced back at him with fright in her eyes.
He had to do something! He began to fight his captor, but was pushed in the same direction, the beast holding onto the rope.
The wind was bitter cold as it whistled around their bones. Unceremoniously, they were hoisted into the air and carried down a set of sharp stone stairs. In a situation like this, they knew to keep quiet, for they were fearful of what was to happen next.
A grassy knoll lay before them, and their captors set them down. Brother and sister stood side by side, the dewy grassy strands sticking between their toes uncomfortably.
He took a few steps, cautious as ever, until he let out a great cry as his foot scraped against a sharp pebble.
He sought out his sister, who was slightly better off. Light on her feet, she trod on the grass, crouching low every now and then to inhale the fresh scent, before glancing at her captor.
He knew he wouldn't like it. He had heard tell of this happening to others, but had never imagined it would happen to him, or his sister.
--- "I don't think they like it," I said, reaching underneath the rabbit hutch where Bilbo had hidden. I hauled on the thin orange rope that I had fastened onto his collar, to prevent him from running. He came out, claws outstretched, meowing softly. I brought him to my chest and fussed his great head. Sooty was already curled in my mother's arms, her black fur on end, her paws dainty. "I'm not sending them out again. No way, no how," I said over my shoulder. Gently, I carried Bilbo back upstairs to the house. Opening the kitchen door, he ran straight in, almost pulling me headlong by his lead. --- Safe underneath the desk, Bilbo tried to chew off the lead. It tasted horrid on his pink tongue, and he hated how the pads of his paws felt now. He could hear his sister mewing in the kitchen, and both the owners calling his name.
He wouldn't go to them. That had been an awful first trip, and he wasn't in a hurry for another one.
Sooty (left) and Bilbo (right).For those wondering, this was the tale of my kittens, Bilbo and Sooty, and their first trip out into the garden. I have of course taken liberty with the story, and of course, there is no harming of animals in reality!If you would like to leave me feedback, feel free. I would welcome it!
You can also find me on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/pages/Zoe-Adams-Author/238105912892455 or on Twitter at @ZeeZeeDreaming.
Yours, with eternal ink,
Zoe
---
Currently reading: Across the Universe by Beth Revis.
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