FFfAW – Big Decision

The Jelbralta rocks in the country hills have been Caroline’s get away place for years. When she and Bobby fight, she hikes here to gather her thoughts, unwind from stress, and find peace.

Sitting on the ground, she leans her back against the enormous rock, and instantly feels stress free. Her mind clears of all the angry “noise” of their latest fight.

Closing her eyes, she feels the stress draining from her mind and finds herself at the ocean where the waves stroke the sandy beach, seagulls call over her head and the sun cocoons her in its warm gentle embrace.

Suddenly, she perks up. “That’s it! I have finally made up my mind.”

Jumping up she heads back to the apartment to tell Bobbie she is leaving for good this time. The Pacific ocean has been calling her for a very long time and it’s high time she go.


Thank you to Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode for the photo prompt this week!

This is my 150 word submission for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 100-175 words with which we use to build our stories. This challenge is open to anyone who would like to participate. It is fun and addicting. For more information, click here:

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Assignment 6: Character Study

Here’s the deal. We’re suppose to be writing about interesting people, specifically, the most interesting person we have met this year. But, I am not.

I have met tons of interesting and wonderful people on the internet. However, I have decided not to write about anyone whom I have met over the internet. Instead, I decided to write about my cat.

She was a little tiny fur ball when I got her from the neighbor’s friends. She was extremely shy and usually stayed underneath the big armchair. She would come out from her hiding place when she would wake up from a nap and want me to hold her. Much like toddlers do when they wake up from a nap.

I had two dogs and she became close to one of them. She noticed they were going through the doggie door and she soon started following them out the doggie door. She figured out they were going outside to potty so she started going outside to potty. (I loved that!)

By the time she was a “teenager” in cat years, I realized that she was a feral cat. She wasn’t feral with me or my dogs, but she was 100% feral with everyone else. Apparently, her mother had been a feral cat. Everyone in my family hated her, but I loved her. I thought of her as my “special needs” cat because of her temperment.

Her favorite thing to do was to hunt. She loved hunting the birds outside and the mice inside. She was a great mouser.

When she would lay on top of my bed, I would go up to her and kiss her face and she loved it.

She would walk around with her tail sticking straight up and come by me and touch me with the tip of her tail. That was her communication to me that she wanted to be fed.

During the winter she would come get me and take me to the doggie door (in other words telling me she wanted to go outside but the weather was bad). LOL! She wanted me to change the weather so she could go outside to hunt. She didn’t understand that I had nothing to do with the weather. But to placate her I would start playing with her inside. I would pretend I was trying to find her and that she was hiding from me (when she had her face hidden by the furniture or the drapes, she thought she was invisible). I would pretend that I was looking all over the house for her. She loved playing that game.

She was nocturnal and her main time for hunting was at night. When the weather cooperated, she would be outside during the night doing her hunting and prowling thing.

When she was over six years old, one morning, she did not return. She knew when I woke up and would always comes home at that time. I went everywhere looking for her. I kept in contact with the animal shelter, put an ad in the paper, and went door to door. There is a vacant lot behind my home which is near the river; I went all over the lot trying to find her body. I did not find one.

Then I found out something which devastated me even more. Certain people with a certain organization took her and either gave her to one of the farmers to have as a barn cat or got rid of her. I cannot tell you how I found this out, but it is true. I no longer have anything to do with these people. (Wolves in sheep’s clothing). I have no way to find out which farmer she went to (if she did) or any other information beyond what little information I have found out.

So, this is my interesting character; my beautiful and beloved cat, Sassy. I hope she is having a good life somewhere, or if she is no longer alive, then may she RIP.


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