Prompt fic: 'Ugly'
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charisstomaOkay, I need tissues on this one and I wrote it. For you, Meep, and all of us who have wanted things to be/end differently. This is:
Title: How it Should Be
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 524
Prompt : http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/744056.htm
The small body had been laid to rest in the back yard near the fence. I'd used the post hole digger to hollow out a deep tear drop shaped hole that curved into a bowl at the bottom, the opening tapering upward to the surface. Lined with sweet new cut grasses, Ugly was curled as if asleep upon that bedding and then I began the difficult part, filling in the hole and sealing that small body away. I won't lie, though the work of digging the burial chamber eased something inside me, there were still tears that fell to moisten the soil, especially as I packed that soil back into the hole atop him.
A purring invaded my dreams and the pads of paws kneaded against my neck as a light tugging could be felt on my ear lobe. Dust motes glinted in the morning sun that lightly woke me, swirling under the influence of an unseen aberrant air current. If my mind's eye could imagine Ugly, fur washed clean and tidy, lazily blinking through his satisfied sleepily slitted eye idly surveying his kingdom, well wishes didn't change things but another point inside my chest loosened thinking of Ugly happy as he should have been.
The days continued and more often than not each day repeated that first day's imaginings. I'd laugh at myself, privately thinking, "you are my one true cat companion and I'd take better care of you if I could do it over. I would love you as you should have been."
I stirred, feeling the comfortable weight against my shoulder and the pads of a paw were pressed against my cheek bone telling me to stop. He was happy where and how he had us arranged, don't go muddling things up into some position that wouldn't be as good. Vaguely I remembered it was Saturday, there was no need to get up just yet and if my bladder wasn't aware that it was awake then there really wasn't any need to leave this Eden of sheets and blankets. My brain settled back into sleep and then roused at the light quick tentative touch of a cool moist nose on mine. Eyes yet closed I smiled as a purring rumble accompanied the subsequent rough grooming of the skin upon my face and laughed when a careful nip informed me that he was hungry and it was time to get up. I knew he'd wind through my legs, brushing and pressing against them, impeding and hurrying me to the kitchen for food upon his special small plate with side order of petting.
Forty years have passed and the neighborhood has changed, but Ugly hasn't any more than I have. If the house isn't there anymore, neither Ugly nor I care. We are together and sit in our chair near the window watching with interest as the birds flit by and the children play in the park that now is where my backyard was when I was alive. I pet him, feeling the softness of his fur under my fingers and listen to his purring. This, this is our small slice of Heaven.
Title: How it Should Be
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 524
Prompt : http://charisstoma.livejournal.com/744056.htm
The small body had been laid to rest in the back yard near the fence. I'd used the post hole digger to hollow out a deep tear drop shaped hole that curved into a bowl at the bottom, the opening tapering upward to the surface. Lined with sweet new cut grasses, Ugly was curled as if asleep upon that bedding and then I began the difficult part, filling in the hole and sealing that small body away. I won't lie, though the work of digging the burial chamber eased something inside me, there were still tears that fell to moisten the soil, especially as I packed that soil back into the hole atop him.
A purring invaded my dreams and the pads of paws kneaded against my neck as a light tugging could be felt on my ear lobe. Dust motes glinted in the morning sun that lightly woke me, swirling under the influence of an unseen aberrant air current. If my mind's eye could imagine Ugly, fur washed clean and tidy, lazily blinking through his satisfied sleepily slitted eye idly surveying his kingdom, well wishes didn't change things but another point inside my chest loosened thinking of Ugly happy as he should have been.
The days continued and more often than not each day repeated that first day's imaginings. I'd laugh at myself, privately thinking, "you are my one true cat companion and I'd take better care of you if I could do it over. I would love you as you should have been."
I stirred, feeling the comfortable weight against my shoulder and the pads of a paw were pressed against my cheek bone telling me to stop. He was happy where and how he had us arranged, don't go muddling things up into some position that wouldn't be as good. Vaguely I remembered it was Saturday, there was no need to get up just yet and if my bladder wasn't aware that it was awake then there really wasn't any need to leave this Eden of sheets and blankets. My brain settled back into sleep and then roused at the light quick tentative touch of a cool moist nose on mine. Eyes yet closed I smiled as a purring rumble accompanied the subsequent rough grooming of the skin upon my face and laughed when a careful nip informed me that he was hungry and it was time to get up. I knew he'd wind through my legs, brushing and pressing against them, impeding and hurrying me to the kitchen for food upon his special small plate with side order of petting.
Forty years have passed and the neighborhood has changed, but Ugly hasn't any more than I have. If the house isn't there anymore, neither Ugly nor I care. We are together and sit in our chair near the window watching with interest as the birds flit by and the children play in the park that now is where my backyard was when I was alive. I pet him, feeling the softness of his fur under my fingers and listen to his purring. This, this is our small slice of Heaven.
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Date: 2014-09-27 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-27 05:09 pm (UTC)I have constructed more than one of these small tombs.
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:14 pm (UTC)Beautiful pain.
Now I need something cheerful, fluffier than fluff
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Date: 2014-09-28 12:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-09-28 05:07 pm (UTC)You liked this. Thank you.
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Date: 2014-09-29 12:44 am (UTC)love this. thank you. *hugs*
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Date: 2014-09-29 11:23 am (UTC)