A Hot July Morning with a Cat (fragment from Native Landscapes)
She sat there for a while looking out at the courtyard below. All three buildings looked the same, worn gray with age and neglect.
Then she noticed him. A cat. A cat curled on a windowsill outside one of the windows. She drew him following his every line, every curvature, every piece of fur and whisker. He was a variation of grays and stripes. A sleeping miniature tiger curled into a ball.
When she finished drawing, her mind was clearer. She noticed the yellowness of the sun behind the U-shaped buildings on the other side of the courtyard.
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This flash fiction is in response to the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge.
July 6, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a cat. It can be a cute and adorable kitten or it can be mean old tom that swipes a claw at unsuspecting humans. Cats are prevalent in the mining country – mousers and companions. Some survive in luxury with cushions in a sunny window, while others fend off coyotes. What cat comes to mind and how does it spark a story?
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