I, Effing Feline, dreamt I chased a bird — and caught it!
I don’t know how I got outside. That’s the way of dreams, you know? Birds love the olive tree with seven trunks outside our floor-to-ceiling window, and in my dream I saw the world’s biggest bird sitting in the tree. I leaped. Extended my claws.
Caught the bird!
Today, another snippet from Ed’s WIP, Secrets of Love and War. The captured human bomber pilot, Norse Malstrom, awoke in hospital, groggy and drugged up. He fought the well-meaning alien doctors, thinking they were monsters.
The doctors ask Cynthia to try to get him safely back in bed — and he does not think she’s a monster.
The alien-sounding hiss of hell’s doorway jerked Norse to hands and knees. He had to fight!
With a supreme effort that seemed to leave half his flesh torn and quivering on the floor, he lunged to his feet. Turned to the door.
But it was a beautiful woman. A saint, an Angel of Splendor.
He stumbled into the angel’s arms. As she guided him to lay on a smotheringly soft gurney, he tried to stroke her cheek but he lacked the strength to do anything but lie there and leak tears of gratitude.
But with another supreme effort, when her angelic face was close to his as she strapped him in, he croaked out two words.
Effing Feline here again. My dream turned into a nightmare — for this is the bird I ‘caught,’ and he was bigger than me!