One of us is really old
Crotchety and demanding
Forgets she’s had her dinner
And yells like she’s panhandling.
Friends of every stripe despair
Wishing her voice was sweeter
But it’s no good complaining
’cause no one’s going to beat her!
We grumble to ourselves
And fill her bowl again
She’ll do exactly what she wants
Our dear old feline friend.
by Kim Davis
Part 1: Two Voices: Person #1
It was 5:59 a.m. as Larry made his way from the back storeroom up the big center aisle past the heaped sales tables to the glass doors. He could feel the tension in the air as the press of women bore down on the plate glass. He hoped it didn’t break before he could get the door open. He couldn’t stand Early Bird sales. Usually he tried to hide out in the stock room for the first fifteen or twenty minutes till the blood lust had calmed down a little on the sales floor. Continue reading “Point of View Exercise”
She clicked a switch and the big electric organ hummed to life. She stuck her tongue out and moistened her lips and the rings on all of her fingers clinked as she positioned her long boney fingers over the keys. Continue reading “Third Person – Now in Past Tense, Then in Present Tense”
It’s come to it at last. Scuffles in broad daylight over the catnip patch.
Fluffy Bum, who rarely ventures outside has discovered Miss Kitten’s well kept secret. There’s catnip in the vegetable bed. In hindsight, Miss Kitten’s been hiding her little habit very well. We just thought she was feeling good for her age. Little did we suspect she’s been getting high on catnip. We think it’s been going on for months. It’s only recently come to light, however, since Fluffy Bum developed a fondness for the “evil” weed as well.
Miss Kitten has made it plain that if she sees Fluffy Bum anywhere near the catnip, there’s going to be trouble. But the power this plant has over them is truly incredible. Even in the certain knowledge that she’s going to get beat up, Fluffy Bum makes straight for the catnip at every opportunity.
Today Miss Kitten made an even bolder move declaring her adoration for her special herb. She purred and rubbed face in the catnip, took a bite, and then attacked the plant as if it were hiding a family of mice.