Another Furious Fiction Rejection
Furious Fiction — March
500 words maximum
-THE PICTURE (a laundromat) should inspire the story’s setting.
-THE THEME of the story is to be ‘CURIOSITY’.
“Ryota!” Kunio shouted, running down the sidewalk. He dodged and dashed through legs and feet until he caught up with the scruffy, fluffy old gruff as he casually strolled down the street, his tail high up in the air.
He weaselled around until he was walking half backwards in front of the old guy.
“Whatcha doin?” he asked. “Where ya goin’?”
Ryota ignored the overexcited fur ball and continued on his way, his prize firmly gripped in his teeth, tight, but not too tight. Enough for it to wiggle, but not enough for it to get away.
“What’s in your mouth Ryota? Show me!”
He kept bouncing around in front of him like a common squirrel.
It wasn’t until the runt tripped and fell in front of him, forcing him to stop, that he dropped the wiggling mouse and pinned it down with his paw so he could speak to the youngling.
“Kunio, if you do not stop this idiot rambling and adverse shenanigans, you will ruin my favourite part of the day,” he growled. “And if you do that, I will turn you into my new play toy.”
“Is that a rat?” Kunio asked, getting down to eye level with the creature, his tail-end still high up in the air like he forgot it existed.
“No, Runt,” he said. “This is a mouse. Rats are much larger and would eat you for dinner.”
“Oooh,” Kunio mewed. “What are you going to do with this one?”
“Well, follow along, Runt, and stay out of my way, and maybe you’ll find out.”
Ryota picked up the wiggling creature in his teeth and started on his way again. His uncaring, grumpy outward demeanour ensured that all of the two-legged creatures removed themselves from his path.
He stopped in front of a human building and pinned the mouse under his paw.
Kunio head-butted his back-end and fell over, not paying attention.
“I said not to get in my way,” Ryota snapped.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry!” Kunio squeaked, skittering around so he was standing just out of reach of the older cat.
“Can you tell me where we’re going?”
“In there,” Ryota said looking at the human building.
“That’s where these wretched creatures go to clean their fur. Now wait here and I’ll give you a show.”
The old tom-cat picked up his mouse and ducked into the building. He slid around the whirring and tumbling machines until he found one with an open door and an oblivious human. Quick as a flash he jumped up and dumped his little mouse inside the machine and dashed back outside where Kunio was still waiting, surprisingly.
“You still here?” he asked.
“Yeah! What’s gonna happen?”
“Just wait,” Ryota said.
Not a moment later a human shriek came from inside, followed closely by another, and another. One by one they all ran out of the building, crashing into one another, screaming and yowling.
It was positively glorious.