“I really feel that we’re not giving children enough credit for distinguishing what’s right and what’s wrong. I, for one, devoured fairy tales as a little girl. I certainly didn’t believe that kissing frogs would lead me to a prince, or that eating a mysterious apple would poison me, or that with the magical ‘Bibbity-Bobbity-Boo’ I would get a beautiful dress and a pumpkin carriage.”—J.K. Rowling (via libraryland)
Each Monday, one contributor of Paper Hangover posts a writing prompt on the blog. On the following Friday, each participant posts their entry on their individual blogs. Then the participant drops the link to their post in the comments section of the Flash Fiction Friday post at Paper Hangover, inviting everyone else to come visit and read each other stories. It’s a great way to work on your creativity and meet new bloggers in the process.
This week’s prompt was to tell a short story in 300 or so words beginning with, “That darn cat…” Read my version below:
That darn Cat lobbed a snowball. It splattered in Dog’s face before he could duck. Cat hopped on a pair of skis and glided down the slope, racing away. Dog shoved his goggles over his eyes and leapt onto his snowboard. The wind whizzed through his fur as he chased. He caught up with Cat easily and reached for the feline’s scarf, wagging in the wind. The tip of his paw touched the scarf before the it went limp. Cat skidded to an abrupt stop. Dog flew pass her. Cat slapped both paws against her whiskers as if worried. Dog faced forward, the direction he was speeding down the hill, and discovered a beautiful, open space of nothingness all around him. The rough ride had smoothed out to the point that he felt like he was flying. He enjoyed the fresh breeze until the squeeze of a great fall tingled in his stomach.
Cat chiseled the top half of Dog’s body out of the block of ice that had fully encased him after he had plunged into frozen lake. She fixed him a hot cup of cocoa and sat him on the couch in front of the fireplace to ease his sniffles. Cat purred in apology and showed him a sparkling, crystal trophy. He shook his head in disbelief. Not only did that darn cat enter the ski competition while he was recovering, but she had won. He turned his head refusing to take a closer look at her award. Some friend she was. Cat meowed, thrust the trophy in his view and pointed a claw at the engraving etched in the crystal.
‘Presented to Dog. Snowboard Jumping Champion.’
Dog sat up and spotted the little snowboarding dog sculpted at the top of the trophy. He had won the competition that he was too afraid to enter thanks to that darn Cat! He went to jump for joy, forgetting that his legs were still in the block of ice anchoring him. He tumbled forward and crashed to the floor. The ice shattered around his numb legs, freeing him from the cold shackles. The little snowboarding dog sculpture broke off in the fall. Dog sneezed, sending the trinket surfing across the tiny glaciers that littered the throw rug. It jumped into the blazing logs and melted. Cat handed Dog a handkerchief, carved a brand new snowboarding dog out of the left over ice and sat it on top of the trophy.