Skeleton Cat And Pinstripe Mouse
Canon Beach Oregon
Present Day
Silver rain wrapped her following fingers around Douglas Firs.
Ocean was the ballerina dancing.
Flash after flash she took pictures of nightfall landscapes while hanging upside down on her third story deck.
Suddenly to her haunted horror liquid landscapes froze.
Full moon traced Death's skull while his eyes floated as clouds and his ebony cloak saturated night.
Oh the sight!
Oh the sight!
Nightmare night!
She slipped into her home and hoped to be unseen for she knew what would transpire...
Death strutted towards her in his skeleton stride.
"Pinstripe mouse, my beloved Cassaro I have a mission for you. You are..."
Cassaro drank hot whiskey from her hidden flask.
"You drink too much cheese!"
"You need to polish your bones."
Death now reiterated, "Again, I have a..."
Cassaro ignored him and drank more. She placed the empty bottle on the counter.
"Now I desire steel cheese." She whipped her jade covered stiletto and climbed upon him with eye to eye contact.
"Go right ahead and de-claw me,"
"Oh Skeleton Cat..." she sighed.
She threw her knife down as if it was a dirty rag.
Death firmly stated, "Cassaro, you need your plethora of pills"
She languishing released herself from his bony frame. Then clasped the bottle and shards slid down the wall.
She screamed, "Let my mortality melt into mush! Let my skull sink into the afterlife sands!"
Death slammed his scythe into the carpet ground slashing everything in sight like an earthquake. He throws his ebony cape onto the wall. It became a screen television. Seething with fury he threatened her, "There are 20 children that will perish if you die!"
Happy laughter with smiling faces were the moat around her island heart. Tears rushed as a roaring waterfall down her face.
Death with his ruby halo recognized that she finally understood.
His skeleton frame filled with human flesh, climbing bone after bone.
A crew cut of bronze brown hair framed his forceful face.
He reached out his human hand to her.
She glanced into his amber eyes and immediately glaspsed it. The harmony between the two of them was in full regal reconciliation.
They both turned into steam and disappeared.
December 27th 2015
Copyright © Chantelle Cooke | Year Posted 2024
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