Always curious, wondering where the next new thing would be.
Somedays prancing, somedays slouching, always watchful on the hunt.
Searching for the next best thing after life.
Glanced toward death and couldn't break her round, inquisitive eyes away. A beast that roars in its victory? Of course, something to look for. Something to aspire to be.
Soft pink pads touch black blazing stone. The beast is roaring, thundering toward its target.
The cat doesn't know this new friend is its hunter.
The cat doesn't know it is prey until it is too late. Teeth have clamped over fragile bone neck and snapped it, dragging the corpse far until it rips and tears.
YOU ARE READING
Entropy
Short StoryA story about love, despair, and chaos, told in fragments. Her screams echoed inside the glass coffin. I heard them. She scratched her fingernails bloody on the hard case that kept her inside. I felt the blood trickle down my own hands. She pounded...
