Friday, October 7, 2016

Daily Ten-Minute Writing Prompt

The rules are simple. Set your timer for ten minutes. Begin to write and include the prompt somewhere in your mini story. The word he or she can be changed to reflect whatever gender you want to use. Optional: Share your writing prompt in the comment section. Have fun and write everyday.
Today's prompt is:

The black cat dropped the dead mouse at my feet.




The Sunquest (The Q’ntana Trilogy, Book III) by Mark David Gerson


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1 comment:

  1. Writing prompt: The black cat dropped the dead mouse at my feet



    It was fifty years ago, give or take. I was 8 years old, and summer was blastin' down like a furnace. A week earlier, Pa came out to find some mangy old black cat sittin' on the porch like it owned the place, and he abided it, so it'd stuck around, 'cause that's what cats do. I didn't care for it much, but I paid it no mind that day, 'cause I'd just got a BB gun for my birthday that very mornin' and was itchin' to try it out. I popped a shot or two at the fence posts, then put up a can or two I found lyin' around, and just as I was startin' to get a feel for the gun, I caught a movement in the grass.
    It was a mouse, beatin' hell away from me, 'cause I was Wyatt-damn-Earp. I got the little mouse in my sights and watched it's head come apart, but after a few more shots at the fence posts, I saw something' else movin' beside me.
    The black cat dropped the dead mouse at my feet, then he just sat there, starin' up at me. I was about to shoo the mangy old thing away, but then I looked in its eyes, and what I saw there tore right through to my soul. I swear as God is my witness, there was knowin' there. Truth. Wisdom, even.
    That mangy black cat stared up at me, and what I saw in its eyes changed me forever, 'cause it was a question. A simple, straight-forward question.

    Why?

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