Poor Joe

Today’s Daily Prompt from The Daily Post – Creature

 

“Don’t go in there,” I whispered to Joe, a character in a horror movie I watched from the safety of my living room. He disregarded my warning. His hand instead searched the wall for the light switch. It clicked but no light erupted in the stairwell to the basement.

My skin prickled as the strange and creepy groan floated up the stairwell again. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. Blue light from the television bathed me in its eerie glow.  “Get out, you idiot,” I begged.  Joe, once again ignored me.

Armed with a flashlight, Joe descended the stairs. I grabbed a pillow from beside me, ready to cover my face should the need arise.

Joe stopped. He stood, where I guessed was mid-way down. His flashlight shone ahead of him, but he did not show us what he saw. His eyes registered something but it wasn’t fear. Perhaps he’d changed his mind. I hoped he had as another groan stood the hair up on the back of my neck.  He stepped down and continued his wayward trek. I flopped back on the couch, resigned that there was no help for Joe. If he wouldn’t listen to me he was on his own.

Moments later, I covered my face with the pillow. Joe’s blood-curdling scream was more than I could handle.  Poor Joe, I switched off the TV and turned on the lamp beside the couch. The yellow light warmed the dark room and chased away any remaining creepiness.

“Oh! Crap!” I glanced at my cell phone. Time had gotten away from me and Worcestershire, my brown tabby, was still outside.

I shook his favourite treats and shone the flashlight around the back yard. Trees, shrubs, rocks, everything caught in the beam but my cat. “Wooster!” I called. My call interrupted a nearby whippoorwill. It quieted and then continued its telltale song further away from the house.

Finally, after several minutes, Wooster cried back. I called again but instead of coming to my voice, he refused. He must have cornered a small mouse. It was the only thing that would keep him from running toward the sound of shaking cat treats.

“Come on, Wooster.” A clatter came from the direction of the shed, the place where Wooster loved to hunt. The old building harboured many a rodent, a hunting haven for my cat.

Small, yellow orbs glowed in the flashlight’s beam, all I could see of Wooster as the rest of his body lay hidden behind a small shrub growing up against the shed. “Come on, Wooster. It’s getting late.”

Unimpressed by my intrusion, Wooster hissed. Leaves on the shrub rattled as though a breeze blew through it. My flashlight flickered, and I hit the side of it. The light strengthened.

I reached down behind the shrub and pulled Wooster into my arms. He purred in my ear and head bumped my forehead. He’d forgiven my interruption of his hunt.

As I moved away from the shed another clang from inside caught my attention. “What do you have hiding in there?” I said to Worcestershire as he jumped from my arms. The noise had scared him and he ran back toward the house with a loud hiss. “Scaredy cat,” I called after him and laughed.

I pulled open the shed door and shone my light around the floor. A mouse skittered under a wood box and I jumped; my hand flew to my chest. “Shit!” I whispered.

My eyes followed the beam as it lit up the rest of the shed. The light trailed up the side walls, along the shelves, and then came to rest.

The beam trembled in my paralyzed hand. Caught in the light, large yellow eyes glowed and pointed teeth dripped with drool. Sharp claws cut short my blood-curdling scream as my mind tried to puzzle out the nature of the creature before me.

The flashlight fell to the ground. My fleeting thoughts flashed to Wooster as he’d tried to warn me with his hisses and cries. But I’d ignored him, and now I met my fate, just like poor Joe.

 

 

Daily Post Photo Challenge – Beloved

My beloved

My beloved our undoubtedly my children and husband. However, out of respect for their privacy I will not post their pictures. Instead I will post pictures of my other beloved ones – my fur-babies.

Yesterday, my daughter had shown me pictures of our two cats sleeping together. I went up to see for myself and take a couple of shots. Our dog, Bailey, decided to follow. She then climbed in with the two cats sleeping on the pet bed. I got this lovely picture of my fur-babies cuddled together.

 

The Shock of it All

The Daily Post – Shock

 

The shock from the frigid water caused Sarah to gasp for air. Her hands paddled and feet kicked to keep her head above the water. Her heart thumped loud and strong in her ears, if she didn’t get out soon hypothermia would set in, she convinced herself.

Only a few more feet to go, Sarah’s voice screamed inside her head. All the feeling of sleepiness she’d had moments before were erased by the sudden cold. She was wide awake now.

The end was in sight. Soon she’d be free from the gripping cold that numbed her body. All Sarah could think about was getting out, nothing else mattered.

Sarah stretched forward; her hands wrapped around the metal rails. She pulled the rest of her body through the water. Her cold feet climbed up the steps.

Goosebumps rose on her skin and she shivered; her teeth rattled in her head. Sarah hurried toward the chair, grabbed her towel, and wrapped it around her body. She convulsed a final time then settled as warmth slowly spread over her body. She closed her eyes; her muscles relaxed, and her teeth stopped rattling.

Sarah could think of better things to do at 6:00 am on a Saturday morning and swimming lessons with pool temperatures of only 14° C was not one of them. Worst thing was she had to do it again on Sunday.

 

 

Photo Challenge – Silence

The Daily Post Photo Challenge – Silence

What does silence look like? Show us your take in a photograph.

These photos were taken with my cell phone a few years ago after a snowfall. It was so quiet and peaceful outside afterward. I walked around and took pictures and was even inspired to write a poem called “Winter’s Peace”. I posted it on this blog a while back but here it is again.

Winter’s Peace

Standing in a field of snow

Wintry breezes start to blow.

Tiny snowflakes flutter down,

Gently falling to the ground.

Pure and white, each flake precise,

Transforming water into ice.

Blanketing ground, leaves and trees

Snowflakes cover all it sees.

While growth and warmth and colours cease

There’s nothing quite like winter’s peace.

The Exam

The Daily Post – Study

“Are you ready?” Mom’s eyebrows rose high on her forehead. The usual ‘good morning’ or ‘did you sleep well?’ clearly would not be a part of our morning’s pre-breakfast banter.

I rolled my eyes. “What do you think?” I pulled a mug out of the cupboard and filled it with coffee, leaving just enough room to add cream and sugar.

“Must have been a late one.” Mom winked as she filled her own mug with coffee.

My eyes watered as a yawn stretched my mouth wide. “Later than I planned.” I’d been studying for days or maybe even weeks; I couldn’t remember. I plunked myself down at the table and closed my eyes.

“Well, you’ll do just fine. Here, I made you breakfast.” Mom placed a plate with scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast, and some fresh fruit in front of me.

I wished I had as much confidence with my studies as she did. “No bacon?” I played in the eggs with my fork.

“Afraid not.”

We ate our breakfast in silence; my brain rattled off everything I’d studied throughout the night and early morning hours. I didn’t bother trying to stop it.

“Well, I’ve got to run.” Mom picked up her empty plate and placed it into the sink. She grabbed her keys and purse and kissed me on top of the head. “Good luck!” She called out as she headed out the door.

I pulled into the testing centre; the clock in the car showed I still had a half hour. I tried to remember the drive, which was much quicker than I’d expected, but it was all a blur.

Once inside, I found a quiet place in the corner of a large waiting area and closed my eyes. I focused my thoughts on my breath, feeling my lungs inflate and deflate. My pulse slowed and the constant chatter in my head quieted.

My eyes opened several minutes later to a room full of people and their quiet chatter. A slow smile spread across my lips as confidence washed over me. I was ready.

More Entertaining than We Thought

The Daily Post – Entertain

 

Many years ago when I was somewhere around 6-8 years old, my younger sister and I entertained the idea to entertain our extended family. It was our mother’s turn to host the Christmas party which meant aunts, uncles, & cousins from both sides all gathered at our house.

We loved to sing. My sister and I practiced our Christmas carol and when we were ready, we happily performed in the living room – in front of everyone.

“Deck the Halls with Black & Decker…” We sang and boy we nailed it. Our family smiled and laughed and cheered, and we smiled and laughed. Of course, at the time, we didn’t know that those weren’t the real words to that particular Christmas carol but were the words adapted by Black & Decker for their holiday commercials. It was all very entertaining.