Pinky

Flash fiction.

So I had Pinky all the way back to his kitten hood. In fact I had his Mama so he was with me since birth.
There was a colony of cats, but I felt bad for Pinky cause his eyes were googly. I brought Pinky indoors and used warm Tea bags for his eyes. I fed him cat milk substitute.
I was crashing on a couch in the den. It was my X husbands house, but I needed some help.
Anyway this den was a covertef garage. It had one window and a concrete floor. The couch had a sheet thrown over it. I had thrifted some wasll art and a rug. I went to the nursery and I bought two plants. I hung one up in macreme. The ither one was some kind if fern . It was tall and in a big planter.. But this is the whole point, so pay attention. Occasionally I would catch Pinky scratching in the planter. Id'd fetch him up and put him out.
He was temporarily named Pinky wirhout much thought because his eyes were Pink and it looked like Pink eye.
Turns out it was Feline herpes virus of the eyes.
Pinky was a yellow tabby. Short hair. Its Scientifically proven that yellow tabbies are the most affectionate,. Unfortunitelg they are also dumb. I guess. I never though Pinky was dumb.
We had a big Silver steel bowl we fed the outside cats in. It was right in front iof the back door and Ill be damned if I didnt find little Pinky curled up in it, asleep. He was determined not to miss his next meal. See. I told you he wasnt dumb.
When I left the den behind I took the Pinky wirh me. To live in my daughters one room apartment.
Im not a fan of fake plants, but my daughtet had one in the corner.
We had put Pinkys cat box on the balcony, so it wouldnt stink up the house. Ill bet your thinking Pinky pissed in the fake Plant, but hes pretty smart. Hed stand in front of the fake plant wirh his head up. Non stop meowing.
One day my daughter came home, exhausted and threw herself into a chair.Oversized. Denim. Well Pinky went to yowling, looking straight up to the top of the plant.
She asked me what the hell he was doing. I told her thats how he asks to go outside.
She said she was glad he didnt go in the planter. And then she said, "hes barking up the wrong tree".
Thats it. Thats my story. Im sorry if its anti- climactic after all that build up.
But have you ever read, " The Heart of Darkness"?

Reviews

[JayG]

What you're doing is writing down what you would say were we together and I said, "That's a cute cat."

But I didn't. And as I read YOUR words, I have no idea of what emotion you want placed into them. So where you hear yourself speaking in a voice brimming with emotion, what I get is a text-to-speech voice.

In short, no matter how hard you may try, and no matter how much talent you may have, using nonfiction writing skills yields nonfiction. It has to.

I know how much you want to write, and have it work. But we can no more write fiction with our school-day skills than practice medicine with Health Class skills.

But that's no big deal. The learning is filled with, "Damn, how did I not see that?" and...things that will make you say, "Hmm...if I use that, I'll bet the reader will cry...I certainly would,"

I don't remember if I sent you this link, to Debra Dixon's GMC: Goal Motivation & Conflict, but try a few chapters for fit. I'm betting you'll love it,

https://dokumen.pub/qdownload/gmc-goal-motivation-and-conflict-9781611943184.html