I’m a little late with this, but I wanted to post it anyway, just for the experience (I’m not going to officially sign up on the Linky over at Rach Writes). The challenge was to write a 200 word (exactly, if possible, otherwise under 200 words) flash fiction piece that begins with the phrase, “The door swung open.”
This is adapted from my book, The King and the Calico…in Paris, with my two favorite cats, Pompidou the pampered Siamese, and Suzette the stray calico.
The door swung open into Pompidou’s room. He showed Suzette the tiny mouse toy he used to escape, and Madame’s room, and the bright kitchen that held lots of cat food.
“Here, have some tuna,” he offered.
Suzette ate her fill. A warm sensation began in her belly and spread throughout her fluffy white, orange and black body.
“So, what do you think?” Pompidou asked.
Suzette’s eyes flicked from the many tall windows to the dainty figurines on Madame’s shelves to the Tiffany lamps in the salon. Then she shrugged. “Nice place.”
Despite pretending indifference, she thought the apartment was beautiful. A place filled with warmth, light and love. But it wasn’t her home. “I kind of like my freedom. Coming and going when and where I like. Eating what I what, when I want. And the Eiffel Tower looks beautiful all lit up at night.”
Pompidou nodded a white and gray head. He wanted her freedom too, but he also liked his comfort.
“Guess we’ll just have to keep meeting outside this apartment to go on adventures,” Suzette said.
Pompidou meowed his agreement.
Suzette headed to the door of the back bedroom. “See you tomorrow?”
The door swung shut.