THE BOX

Burst Fiction Assignment. No more than a thousand words. Very VERY difficult. This is what came out.

 

There’s something in the goddamn litter box.

 

Charley won’t go no matter how badly he needs to unless I’m hunched on the floor in front of the entrance.

 

When he needs to go, he’ll claw walls and meow until his voice fades. The little b*****d is virtually begging for support before I lose patience.

 

Last night, Bev and Eric dropped by and poked me until I popped a shroom.

 

Group sex, mystical journeys, and naps.

 

I awoke with my bladder full and dug from beneath a tangle of body parts. In the corner of the bathroom, Charley’s litter box. I flicked a switch.

 

A huge talon poked out of the entrance.

 

As I watched, the thing scrabbled on the floor and wall. Piss ran down my leg and tapped the floor like spring rain. The thing paused, twisted its palm in my direction, and vanished into litter depths.

 

Bev and Eric disappear with the sunrise. Eric’s passion-stained underwear are on the floor. Looking at the underwear, my mind tries to recollect something do with the bathroom and Charley.

 

 

Reviews

[Vlazuvius]

No wonder the poor thing won't use it's box. This kind of reminds me of the finger that comes out of the drain pipe in one of Stephen King's anthology, just a tiny bit of madness poking out from the mundane. Again, I find your stories tied to real life...the friends poking the narrator until he eats a shroom....I have those kind of friends.

[Hedra Helix]

sweet;) I have teeny tiny critique which i will come back and do later but in the meantime sweeeettttt...