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A Beginning at the End

Charli Mills gave us rainbows and cats and the outdoors as parts of this week’s 99 word Flash Fiction challenge.

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Joni drew her knees up under her chin and closed her eyes. If only she had a friend with whom she could share moments like this. There was a gentle rain falling but she was protected by the thick foliage of her favorite tree.

Outside was where Joni went to think and dream. Lately, she’d been dreaming of a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. So, she always tried to be under the tree during gentle rain.

She opened her eyes to see the sun shining, and walking out of the rainbow was a golden-haired cat.

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

hell to pay

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Winter badge 2021

Oh, that darn fool cat

Heads to the kitchen counter

Roasted chicken rests

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girlie girl

She has more ribbons

Then she can possibly wear

In her own long hair

So, she dresses up her dolls

Then goes looking for the cat

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Yeah Well

 

Outside my window

I saw a parking lot cat

Laying in the sun

For hours I watched it sleep

Seems, I was wrong ‘twas a bag

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Gnome More

Ah, yes, the weekly Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge and we were tasked with creating stories about GNOMES. And of course, I had to toss in a cat. A cat who has the last laugh!

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The top shelf of the bookcase was where Claudius took his naps. Lorraine always left it clear, so he could stretch out whenever the mood struck.

This Christmas, however, was different. She was decorating the bookcase. Now, there was garland hanging everywhere and wee figurines scattered on the shelves.

With a swipe of a mighty clawed paw, the garland was merely tinsel. One by one, each of the wee figurines was sent crashing to the floor. Sorry, not sorry.

As Claudius looked down from his perch he thought, be it ever so humble, this is no place for gnomes!

(c) 2019 Annette Rochelle Aben