I am writing this post in response to the Literary Lion Weekly Writing Challenge.
This morning, during my quiet time on my steps, an outline for a story about a lion (not really a lion) began to form in my mind, answering many questions that I’ve had recently. When I checked in at Blogging101 for our daily assignment, we were asked to respond to a Community Event. When I saw the Literary Lion flash fiction challenge – I figured I should go with what was already in my mind – so in 400 words or less I am to write about the A.M. (morning). So, while this isn’t a story only about a morning – it is a story that begins in the morning and that was given to me this morning.
Two kinds of animals creep at the edge of the tall grass – prey and predator. My nose twitches and I feel the grass scratch my face and ears. I am alert – eyes open, but still – trying to blend. My heart pounds. Too much for my body – will I explode? – or will I transform?
My body begins to feel different. I become aware of bars surrounding me – each bar a to do; the cage a list.
A whip cracks somewhere close beside my ears – which seem to be moving in different directions, although I am not sure how that is possible.
Yelling and a whistle, bright lights and strange discordant music. A loudspeaker, and an audience. I begin to run. But whether I am moving toward the sound, or away from it, I am unsure.
The running ends and I am standing on a box. Something feels tight around my neck. Is it something hanging there? – or my own skin, growing more furry. That exploding feeling returns – what will I become?
Why am I here? What is the purpose of this noise? Tame me? Do I need to be tamed?
Still these bars.
A man comes near – chair in hand. I hope he will sit awhile, share a moment, share his thoughts or his heart.
Again the whip cracks and that urge to run is strong. But I sit, twitching my nose at this man. Eyes alert for his intent.
I turn from him. My shoulders straining against bars. And then, I am small enough to fit between them.
The man’s steps are fast behind me. He shouts something I cannot understand.
I see the grass, and I run for it this time – not away.
Has he followed me? Back to this place of peace?
He is mine to tame.