Letting her go

Feeble, she couldn’t eat any more. Doctors said she’d soon move on. He wept, yet knew it was best. She had taken too much pain and painkillers that failed. She had endured injection after injection while he sifted through test reports.

He had done all to help, keep, and guard her. He could hold on no more; her weakening heart begged to let go.

He sat by her side, listening to the declining rhythm of her heartbeat. He looked at her closed eyes and smiled, remembering their first meeting.

A trash collector, he had found her purring in the dumpster.

Temptation

She lay on my table, her glowing skin provoking my every sense. I had never seen something so plump and lush, waiting and wanting to be devoured. For a moment, I considered dumping my New Year’s resolution. Only a fool would give it all up. Because one look at those soft swerves began melting my resolve.

Her scent threatened to asphyxiate me as I approached the table. My pendulum of a mind rocked between what it wanted to do and what it should do.

The next thing I knew, I was tearing the chicken, the grease dripping down my elbow.

The Call of Love

Kim’s eyes streamed as she stared at her phone.

Calling it a day, Kim rushed out of the office. Driving like a maniac, she regained composure only at the Slow sign at the hospital’s entrance.

“Emergency ward,” her mind directed her up two flights of stairs, halting at the end of a long corridor. Rushing to the nurse sitting outside, she panted, “Joyce-”

He gestured and she went in shaking. On a tiny mattress lay the love of her life, who brightened up as Kim entered. Kim gave Joyce’s paw a loving stroke. And the cat mewed in satisfaction.