fallingbirds A quiet night 
 
 
 A quiet night 
 
A quiet night 
Wolves circled the pit. A large white, and two small black ones. They circled the pit watching the two inside. Ten feet, ten feet away from the edge of the solid ground. The girl sat at the far end of the hole, only being three feet away from the pacing cat. A young sleek black cat that has recently outgrown childhood. With white eyes the cat pacing back an forth in a tight foot long line. The cat’s voice whispering in her mind. The cat licks it’s lips and turns right. The woman eyes wide, mouth      open, spit leaking out one side. Her clothes are ragged from running through the woods, twigs and branches have torn her from head to toe. Her shirt is ripped and her breast is seen through the destroyed left side. A scratch runs along the side of her arm letting blood fall in a steady drip of red. Her legs are folded under her letting her knees face forward letting the dirt and imbedded rocks stand out against her stark white skin. And still the cat paces in front of her in a tight little line. Back and forth, pit,pat,pit,pat the sound of the paws beats against the now worn trail. A wolf passes behind the cat, and the woman glances upward fast as possible. But it’s too late her gaze comes back down to the black cat and it’s gone. She looks around, she knows what will happen now because the cat told her so. Pain, a deep pain will come, soon very soon.. And here it is, in the form of a image sliding into her mind, like some slick oily knife sliding into her skull. She’s happy, so very happy, he lies next to her naked along with her. This is the first time that they will try to make the baby. She’s so happy because she knows that she has wanted a child for so long now. And when she closes her eyes she feels his warmth. A deep breath coming into his lungs and when he begins she’s so happy because she will get a child with him. And that’s all she ever wanted. But something is wrong. Her                                                                                                                eyes won’t open, and his hands are on her wrists. She can’t move and still he thrusts like he needs the child. And still something is wrong and she calls out his name. He becomes faster and she calls out again and he goes harder and then he’s hurting her. His breath is next to her ear and she hears his harsh intakes and raspy releases like a broken window letting in air to a broken home. And he’s still hurting her and she screams and he pulls out at the last minute and she’s so grateful because he hurts and a baby won’t come with pain. So something hot lands on her. Covering her stomach and it stinks. She can smell it from here. And her eyes are shut and more heat lands on her stomach and now she doesn’t want her eyes open and they slowly pry apart like razor blades are cutting into her mind the dim light fills her vision and he’s stopped over the top of her. And she can see all of him, his happy smile his soft brown eyes, his open stomach spilling his guts onto her. And she screams. But then it’s over and he’s gone and the baby is gone  and the smell still remains. And there is the cat. Pacing back and forth just a little bit closer and she is so sure that she can see it smiling but maybe that is just her imagination. And she can her the wolves overhead and they howl to the moon and her eyes are a little wider and she holds her arms to her belly. Feeling the child that died covering the still steaming places where the smell comes from and she knows that the cat is smiling. So she begins to think that since she will never get out of here why not kill the cat. So she smiles to herself, she will kill the cat. So she leans forward and crawls toward the cat her knees sliding along the ground while the cat watches her and then she holds the cat. She picked it up. Not a problem because the cat never even tried to get away and so she holds the cat and looks into it’s eyes. The veins of red and black stare back at her and she says soothing words to the cat petting it like it’s a nice kitty. And it purrs for her rubbing it’s face against her hand. So she twists the cats head around. All the way around to make a 360 degree turn and so she figures why not make sure the cat is really dead so she keeps twisting the head.” Around and around it goes where it stops no one knows.” And she drops the cat who lies motionless on the ground. And the voice repeats itself.  “Around and around and around the cat drops to the ground. And when I die so shall I come back for you.” And the cat puts a paw on the ground and another and picks itself up from the dirt. The head is at a impossible angle. And she falls back in fear but she took her eyes off the cat and so now it’s really closer. So close that it can touch her. So it does. It begins to lick her left leg. Going from up to down, up to down the tongue goes from up down because the cat’s head is all the way around. And it’s not a cat anymore. It’s head is too large, and it’s fur is too short. In fact all of it is to much to be a cat. So his head smiles at her. And her licks her leg. And he slowly moves his way up her leg. And she’s screaming now. Her face is up so she can’t see the cat anymore. But it never was to begin with. So now he grows and he moves and he changes and she screams and then he’s holding her legs open and his tongue flicks in and out. Like a thirsty cat in and out and she gives him her honey. And so he moves on up her body and she screams even more but the wolves are just walking around in a circle and her reaches her breast and her takes her nipple into his mouth and he’s thirsty and like all cats he wants milk. So he sucks and her milk comes, even though she was not with child and does not produce any milk. But still it comes and he drinks his fill. And then he’s kissing her body. Long slow lazy kisses that seem to take forever. Because they are so warm she stops screaming. Because they are so soft she closes her eyes. Because there are so many she begins to lean back. And her arm has stopped bleeding with the hours that they sent in the hole. And when he reaches her throat she gasps for air. When he reaches her cheek she smiles. And when he reaches her mouth she keeps her lips closed tightly. Because she knows what he is. and she doesn’t want to kiss a small black cat but still he tries but she won’t let him. But he understands so he leans his head against her neck resting on her shoulder and he reaches between her legs and begins to move inside of her. Not very far, but deep enough to make her breath harder and move a little more as he moves his fingers in and out he kisses her neck and leaves wet imprints behind and she feels the fingers and they are heaven. And then she gives him her honey and he doesn’t stop so she gives him more and her mouth is wide open so he moves deeper inside of her and he kisses his way up farther and she moans a little more. And then her lips are open and his tongue is touching hers and she gives him all of her sweet,sweet honey.  
Wolves circled outside of the hole. Thy were watching the inside of the pit. The woman was lying on the ground and a cat sitting quietly in front of her. Her eyes met with it’s and she glare at the black face and she screamed and cursed. But she didn’t pay attention to the other cat. And the white cat was so fast now that even the young black cat could barely see it. But the black cat didn’t need to see the white cat anymore. The white cat can take care of itself, especially since the woman just broke it’s neck in two. But she didn’t watch the white cat and so she didn’t see when the white cat wasn’t a cat anymore. So she only felt when the smiling woman with the up side down smile reached for her honey . 
 
 
 Publication Date: December 2nd 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-falingbirds