Cat's Meow

It was a story old and discrete, the screech worthy of repeat disconnected from everyday communal speak. It was always in the night children closed their doors in fright fearing creatures might awake, and slip in their minds to take. So one night, when the quiet of the day easily had slipped away, and each child knelt to pray the wind rose up with rain tapping loud against the window and beneath pulled up covers, children tightened every sinew, fearful of the sounds that spoke in claps of thunder of the creatures fetching to steal away their plunder. A sound, a step, a creak, a crack, flash of images in the lightning and thereupon the bed jumped up, scary and most frightening the cat with glowing eyes of gray and green meowing loudly fishy breath between the children's screams. for Goosebumps Nina Parmenter 12/19/18