The photographs of The girl and her Cat.
With her silhouette pressed against the tangled sheets she swam in the percussive beat. Candle flame licked the shadows and the click of her heels in the hardwood floor mixed well with her strawberry martini in her hand. The early hours of the morning shone in their inky blackness and veiled the dusty red room with promises not yet broken. In this room, in that moment, she was no one but herself.
A fat, contented cat lay purring on the rug watching his mistress prance in drunken swirls.
Old photographs were abandoned around the floor like autumn leaves. They showed happy, grinning, forgotten faces and she scolded the cat as she moved him aside to grasp a photograph he had been lounging on.
The orange light that touched the room burnt at the edges of the picture, and it was perhaps the only image without faces grinning, mocking. Instead there were two people staring at one another, lost in each other’s eyes.
She held it up to a candle and let the flames lap at the tattered edges.
Her heels clicked again as she held the burning photograph above her head and swayed her hips to the beat. The heat started to move into her fingertips so she dropped the burning photograph in time to watch her eyes curl into ash.
She had often wondered how others would go, walking in her shoes for a day. She didn’t think they’d do very well. She had a fondness for high, stiletto heels. It took guts to strut around in them; or just a complete lack of care for the judgment of others.
She was never quite sure which it was for her.
The cat might know, but he’d never willingly tell her.
Comments
A cat keeps all your secrets! Oh, to be a cat. Love this & I love stilettos Carole
I would love to be a cat too :)
hehe thanks Carole
– Emraldae
I like the sounds of this cat confidante :)
Very simple and easy to read. Well done (Y)(Y)
hehe yeah… he sounds pretty amazing to me too :)
thanks hun :) I’m glad you like it.
– Emraldae
A cat, a martini, and a dusty red room – have you been peeking in my window?! I love the rhythm of this, the way it weaves you in with gentle strokes and a palpable sense of longing, of richness, of knowing, despite the uncertainty in the last lines. I think this girl is going to be just fine, I can feel it x x
Peeking through your window? Not quite :) although… thinking about it now, I can quite easily see how you could think that haha.
And you know what? I think she will be too :)
thank you so much Bell xx
– Emraldae
Best thing to come out of maths class in a long time! :)
Thank you Andrew :)
I agree. I’m not too fond of maths…. so realising I could write through my classes (while probably not so good for my grades) was defiantly one of the better points of maths class for a very long while :)
– Emraldae
so descriptive :) really good… especially the first paragraph
haha, I think I spent the most time on the first paragraph… Its nice to know my hard non-maths related work shows :)
thank you Jake.
– Emraldae
this is one of the most stunning pieces i have read on RB, i absolutely adore it. well done xxxx
Thank you so much Leda.
I think you just made my week with you’re lovely comment.
I’m honoured you think so much of it!
Really… thank you xx
– Emraldae
You paint a great picture here. A fairly simple moment in time but beautifuly described
Thank you Purplecactus.
You’re right… it is quite a simple time… But I often find they are the best :)
– Emraldae
I love the way you have taken all the senses and painted them, I love the sound of my high heels on the wooden floor too, and then cats always give you that judgmental look but he will never willing tell her, fantastic… great piece
:) thanks Trace.
There really is just something amazing about the click of heels in floorboards isent there?
haha and cats. Well. I have know idea what they know. But I have a feeling its a lot more than they let on.
xx
– Emraldae
It does take guts to strut in stilettos lol ;)
As for the cat….they are great for keeping secrets. x
It sure dose.
Thank you Christie :)
– Emraldae
Ohh … came out of me when I got to that last line where the cat will hold the secret between paws, claws out.
Wonderful imagery catpurred in a small dinner bowl… lovely work!
hehe thank you Tempest :)
what can I say? cats and their secrets….
– Emraldae