Val's Cat

I wrote this in Fiction Writing class today. Our prompt was to write of a sad or difficult situation told in a humorous or unique tone. I'm also practicing flash fiction--stories in 500 words or less.

For Salazar

RIP

Val’s Cat

December 14 2009

Val’s cat got hit by a car yesterday. I said sorry, wanna go dancing? She says I don’t understand. She says I don’t understand nothin’. I know she’s sad and whatnot. She’s only got one cat. Well, now she got none cat.

Look, I said I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do no more. What can I do? He’s gone, Val. Then I made her cry. Damn I hate makin’ her cry. She got such pretty eyes she shouldn’t cry ‘em away. An’ I told her that, but she said it don’t make no sense.

Maybe she’s right. Hell, she’s always right. Except the time she let the cat outta the house. That ain’t right.

Poor cat. Poor Val.

I think she woulda felt better if we went dancing. Now she’s a scaredy cat of goin’ outside, thinkin’ she’ll get hit by a car, too.

Haha, scaredy cat.

Damn.

I just don’t know how to tell her I did it.