Fiction Friday: [In Defense of Kitten Mittens]

[This week's Fiction Friday is an exercise I've seen around the old internet. It involves writing a story using only dialogue. Nothing else. Just dialogue. Enjoy]

 

“I don’t get it. Why would you want to put socks on the cat?”

“Not socks…mittens.”

“Because that makes it better?”

“No…ahhh…you just don’t understand. You have to watch the episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Charlie makes a commercial for Kitten Mittens…”

“Okay…literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“No…it’s hilarious. Anyway, he puts them on the kitten and it tries to walk, but it’s like it forgot how to use its paws or something. It’s seriously one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.”

“So, what you’re really saying is that you want to make Mr. Binks look like an idiot.”

“No…you’re just not getting it.”

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t get why you want to torture my cat.”

“It’s not…ugh…look, we’ll just watch the episode and you’ll see.”

“I couldn’t be more excited.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

“Anyway, I’m going to be late for work. Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“Oh, and you better leave my cat alone…I’m serious. Don’t traumatize my cat.”

“Alright, alright…geez.”

 

“Psst, psssssst...here Mr. Binks…come see what I have for you…”

 

[For those that have yet to behold the amazingness that is Kitten Mittens (or Mittons, as Charlie spells it), click the cat: 😺]

Fiction Friday: [A Life Extraordinary]

A calm breeze shakes the long blades of grass to life. They tickle my cheek as I stare up at the marshmallowy cloud looming overhead. Impossibly out of reach, I wonder what my life must look like from up there. 

Boring, I decide. Extremely boring.

Looking over at Will—his arms clasped behind his head and eyes closed—I know he never thinks such things. He’s content to just lie here, basking under the sun, on this unseasonably hot spring day. Right now, he’s happy here. Doing this. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sometimes I envy him.

Closing my eyes I become weightless. Air quickly fills the space between my body and the lush field of green as I ascend. A coolness washes over me as I enter the wispy folds of the cloud. Tiny beads of icy moisture cling to my skin, but as I break through to the other side, heated rays from the sun evaporate each one.

Perched atop the cloud, I feel free. So free that I’m hesitant to peek over the side. To witness a life less fantastical than this very moment.  But, curiosity wins out and I do.

Expecting to see a woman muddling her way through a humdrum life, destined to have a humdrum future, I am taken aback by what plays out before me. Every event of my life, leading to this moment, is projected in flashes. Suddenly, I am glowing. Radiating from the choices I’ve made and the work I’ve put in to get me here.

I see my future—the extraordinary things to come—and feel foolish for ever doubting my life was less than amazing. From here I can see how capable I am. How big my heart is. How incredibly lucky I am to be me.

I see my family, my friends—my Will.

Despite the distance, we’re clear as day. Two people in a field of many who all just seem to fade away. I am overwhelmed by how gently and trustingly he places his heart in my hand. 

Opening my eyes, I am back on the ground. Back to my life.  I reach over to Will, weaving my fingers through his. Right now, I am happy here. Doing this. Nothing more, nothing less.