L M Dee

An exact drabble (100 words) for #writingwednesday.

The rain didn't come on Monday. He filled the watering can and watered the flowers, herbs, and vegetables.

The rain didn't come on Tuesday. After watering, he filled up the bird bath. A sparrow soon came for a tiny sip.

The rain didn't come on Wednesday. The south-easterly wind pushed the clouds away, leaving only sweltering heat. The grass was turning brown, and even the hardy wildflowers in the wild corner of the garden were beginning to wilt.

The rain came on Friday, finally, just as he began filling the watering can.

He laughed and let the rain water him.

A gentle breeze stirred her hair, rustling the leaves of the chestnut tree she sat meditating beneath.

The wind could be a welcome draught to mitigate summer's heat, or an icy gust during winter. The helpful zephyrs that spread dandelion seeds, and dried laundry, were one aspect of the same element of air that had battered the coast last winter with hurricane force winds felling trees.

The absence of wind could leave ships without engines stranded on a becalmed sea, while fierce gales could whip up the waves to capsize a vessel.

Balance; that was the lesson she needed today,

 



The Witch and the Moon

An exact drabble. For the 100-tales prompt "moon". As always, thanks for reading; comments, concrit, likes/shares are all welcome.

"A witch is always accompanied by the moon," she said.

He gazed up thoughtfully at the stars twinkling in the midnight blue canopy. "But what about when the moon is new?"

"The moon is always there, even if we cannot see Her. Day or night, full or new. To stand outside beneath a full moon is powerful, spiritual, yes. But we are never far from Her," she said. "Besides the new moon has its own magic of fresh starts."

"I see." He looked at her now, secure and confident in a way he'd never seen her before. It suited her.

 

Birdseed

"If you're so hard up then why do you buy birdseed?" he asks, puzzled.

"Because it's relatively inexpensive for the benefits I get. I put a handful out every day," she says. "And the birds come and eat it. Pigeons, blackbirds, robins, sparrows, and crows. They wait for me now, eager each morning. I get to watch them peck at the seed. I know some are nesting in the nearby bushes. It gives me a sense of communion with nature. I know it's a small thing and hardly earth changing. But it makes me feel useful. As if I matter."

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Title: An Evening Stroll
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Content Notes: No standard warnings apply.

I leap atop the fence and stalk my way across the narrow beams, graceful as an Olympic gymnast. The moon lights my way, but I see perfectly well in the dark. I stretch and drop soundlessly to the ground.

I pad around my territory, damp grass brushing my whiskers and wetting my paws. The evening's scents tickle my nose. Eager to taste the aromas I open my mouth in what looks like a smile.

A moth flutters past. I chase it, partly for fun, mostly from instinct. It gets away. I yawn, languidly. I didn't want to catch it anyway.

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Prompt: for the 30 days of flash fiction prompt 8) write a scene as a cat
The 'smile' is the cat using the Jacobson's Organ:

"Besides using their nose, cats have another amazing organ that aids them in smelling. It’s called Jacobson’s organ or vomeronasal organ located in their mouth behind the front teeth. When cats detect a strong odor, they often open their mouth slightly, breathing through it, allowing the smell to travel into their mouth and captured by the Jacobson’s organ. Cats are able to use this powerful organ to tell the gender of a cat, his health status, even predict unusual occurrence such as natural disasters."[source]

Base photo by deemac1 at Morguefile.com
Crossposted to my wordpress account and awaiting publication at the wordpress drabble community.