I, Effing Feline, the Most Literary Cat in the Entire Universe (c), am presenting another selection from the latest WIP by my pet human, Edward Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine.
Dusty Johnson lives and works at an underground research facility run by alien Kwadrans. One night she awakens to find a stranger in her bedroom.
“Who are you?” Dusty asked the person standing at the foot of her bed, “and what…what do you want from me?”
The silhouette didn’t answer, didn’t budge, didn’t move a single muscle. Shivering with dread, she strained to see details. The only light came from the open door, and it cast the intruder’s face in shadow. He—oh God, it was definitely a he—smelled like lilacs.
As though on wheels, the shadow glided back; then it stopped and waited, motionless, ominous. Dusty whirled to turn on her bedside lamp, yanked the sheet up to her neck, and blinked furiously, trying to will her pupils to contract.
It looked exactly like her brother, Juan…but it couldn’t be.
Juan was dead.
Effing Feline again. This snippet reminds me of the time I woke from a nap to find a horrible monster sleeping in the same room with me. It was a DOG!!! I had nightmares for weeks! Okay, not weeks, but minutes, for certain.
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