She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. The white flowers had no scent and the tea wasn’t to her liking, so she lost interest in the tray. A lame peace offering, she decided. Torn between revenge and conciliation, Deidre circled around the bed to his side. Her heart led her to nestle her body into the fluffy white comforter and wait for her Victor to come home.
Her head rested delicately on his pillow as his Calvin Klein aftershave beckoned sleep. In the absence of his body, she felt comfort in the lingering aroma of him. Lately, he spent less time with her- some nights he didn’t even come home. Deidre struggled to keep her man from drifting away. She’d overheard him complain to friends that she was too independent and did as she pleased, but she needed him. Why couldn’t he see? As dreams lulled her consciousness to rest, she vowed to do whatever it took to keep him.
The deadbolt click made her heart lurch. She blinked with sleepy eyes and noticed the last traces of daylight sneaking through the mini blinds. She stretched and waited for him to come to her. His keys slid across the wooden table in the entryway. She knew his routine. He’d hang up his jacket and then get a glass of water. It won’t be long now. Her breath caught when she heard a female voice.
“Oh, Victor, that was a romantic dinner. How about dessert?”
Deidre vacillated between hurt and anger, but she refused to surrender her claim to his bed.
“Mmmm. What did you have in mind?” He teased.
Their slurping kisses, followed by the long friction of a zipper made Deidre want to scratch that woman’s eyes out, and let Victor have it, too. In a few moments, they would likely enter the bedroom embroiled in the heat of passion.
They would have to answer to her, Deidre decided.
Jealousy flared when they stumbled through the doorway. Groping in the dark, they fell onto the bed. Victor ignored her, even as his elbow pinched her tail.
Deidre had enough. She meowed and hissed before scampering off the bed. She found an unfamiliar Coach purse on the floor in the living room. It smelled of her, so she stopped to sharpen her claws. Refusing to give up on her man, she knocked his gym bag off the chair. She crawled onto it and began her bath. She rubbed and snuggled into the bag until it was covered in her light fur.
If by chance he still didn’t pay attention, she had another plan.
Her whiskers twitched in satisfaction.
This was my response to theSpeakeasy #134 prompt, which has two parts: In 750 words or less, (1) make reference to a photo prompt (posted on their site); and (2) the first sentence must be: “She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.”
This story is actually my second write. I scrapped the first one because it felt too obvious. In this one, my intent was for you to think Deidre was a woman up until the point where her tail was pinched and revenge got the better of her. Hope I pulled it off. This isn’t my first attempt writing from an animal’s POV. Last year, I wrote one in first person. It’s short – click here if you’d like to read it!
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