Archive for July 16th, 2011

16th July
2011
written by amber

Dog My Cat

I’m not asking for much. I just want a touch. It would be great if he’d come when I call. And if he’d fetch things, that would be so cool.

I don’t want his appearance changed substantially, but I do like a longer snout, you know, a bit of border collie, and floppy ears, spaniel ears.

How many genes did you say? That many? And it’s still $9000 per gene? No volume discount?

Can you make it so he sleeps all night long? Dogs do that, don’t they? I tell you, between midnight and day, he’s a pest. A real midnight rambler. He slept a lot when he was a kitten, but now he sleeps all day and is up all night, and it’s no thrill for me when he’s prowling around on the bed or yowling at the door. He was a cute kitten but now the thrill is gone.

Of course it would be cheaper to just buy a dog. But my wife wanted a cat and she loved the cat and I kind of got used to the cat and the kids would hate me if I got rid of the cat now, you know, that she’s gone. He’s a good cat, he just needs some tweaks. He’s everything I need in a pet, almost.

But if he’d come when I call and give me some loving when I need it, not when he deigns to be nice and cuddly, that’s the most important thing.

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story posted every day on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line suggestions in the Comment section.

This story was inspired by Harry Manx, who is performing this weekend at Hinton’s Wild Mountain Music Festival.

16th July
2011
written by amber

Connor at the Piano

The young man sat at the piano and began to play a dramatic tune. Three girls listened to him play.

One thought the song sounded too classical and assumed he was probably a snob, not the sort of boy she’d like. She preferred to have fun. She wished he’d play some rhythm and blues.

One thought his execution of the piece was very poor. He flubbed too many notes and his timing was off. If he wanted to impress her, and she was sure he did, he should have picked something easier that he could play perfectly. Maybe someday he’d be worthy of her.

The third girl thought the song was beautiful. She’d never heard it before but the melody seemed to express everything in her heart – her loneliness, her deep feelings for nature and unhappy people, her yearning to commune with the one person meant to be her soul mate. She was certain that person was Connor.

Connor thought one girl was too loud and pushy, one girl was too quiet and dull. But one of the girls intrigued him. She had a dry sense of humour and a way of noticing everything without being too impressed by anything and she was sexy as hell.

He played for her.

The Story 365 project is a year-long marathon of short story writing, with a new story posted every day on this website from May 1, 2011 – April 30, 2012. Stories must be a minimum of 200 words. Please help me by adding first line suggestions in the Comment section.

Thank you to Dr. Lyle Benson for suggesting the first line.