Silent Protest

Silent Protest

January 21, 2020 Off By Lisa

Harold felt someone touch him.

Or did he?

It was hard to tell from behind the curtain of darkness shrouding his eyes. Every inch of his leaden body resisted all appeals for movement. His mind was too clouded for inquiry.

He could probably rally himself, but the only thing he wanted was to let go, to sink deeper into the noiseless black pawing at his consciousness.

Something – or someone – moved nearby. Harold sensed a change in the area immediately surrounding him.

Falling.

No. He was rising.

“C’mon, cat,” said his human. “Time to get up. Get off the bed.”

 

 

Image by Garik Barseghyan from Pixabay

CategoryLife Words
TagsCarrot Ranch Flash Fiction flash fiction rotten cats

About The Author

Lisa A. Listwa is a self-employed writer with experience in education, publishing, and the martial arts. Believing there was more to life than punching someone else’s time clock and inspired by the words of Henry David Thoreau, she traded her life as a high school educator for a life as a writer and hasn’t looked back. She is mother to one glorious handful of a daughter, wife to the nicest guy on the planet, and reluctant but devoted owner of three Rotten Cats. You can find her adventures and thoughts on living life deliberately here on the blog.

2 Comments

  • Charli Mills says:
    January 22, 2020 at 11:16 pm

    What a great perspective — especially the sensation of falling which becomes rising. That’s something I never really thought much about. It’s so easy to pick up a cat, but what does that feel like? Well done!

    • Lisa says:
      January 23, 2020 at 5:30 pm

      I was honestly stuck on this one but the cat thing kept tugging at me. Finally just decided to go with it! And the cat who inspired this one most definitely protests getting out of bed in the morning! LOL

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