If a nursing home seems an odd place to find the beginning to a fairy tale - well, all I can say is that I have spent copious amounts of time in nursing homes over the past several years, as various loved ones have gone there as their last "holding place" before their death-leaving.
I've had lots of time to think about Moosie and Cooper, and fiesty Beulah Judson.
But that's for another post. Read the entry, check out the contest, and enter with a creation of your own!
COOPER AND THE DEATH-CAT
(347 words)
Moosie the death-cat made another circuit
at Woolsey Nursing Home. She sniffed the air at each doorway, tufted ears
pricked and tail swishing, before moving on to the next room. The overworked,
checklist-choked staff sometimes second-guessed when death was near. Not Moosie.
She always knew.
“Tag on
Judson, room nine,” said the aide to the nurse fumbling with her medicine cart.
“Moosie’s
in the door?”
“No – on
the bed.”
On the bed. When Moosie took to
someone’s bed – you called in the family.
The nurse
left her medicine cart in the hall and peeked in room nine. Beulah Judson was
upright in her hospital bed, talking to her toes.
“Don’t look
at me like that. Cooper wouldn’t like it.”
As usual, thought the nurse (they never
had learned who Cooper was); but where’s
Moosie?
An angry
hiss answered her from beneath the bed. There she was – under the bed, not on
it. Her back was arched, fur bristling, tail straight as an arrow.
“I’m not
leaving yet. Cooper promised.”
The nurse
pricked up her ears. Beulah Judson wasn’t usually this lucid – even when she did talk to Cooper. And what was wrong
with Moosie? This was not her usual bedside manner.
Hiss. Scratch. YOWL. Scrambling beneath
the bed – a blur of striped fur – and Moosie flew from the room, screeching
like a banished demon.
“Cooper!
Leave the cat alone!” scolded Beulah.
Another
voice lilted through the room – a cool, sprightly voice that nonetheless sent chills
up the nurse’s spine.
“The cat
was here to take you,” said the voice. “I thought you weren’t ready to leave.”
“Damn you,
Cooper - what took you so long? I’ve waited decades.”
“Too many
changelings, not enough children.”
“I’m too
old to changeling,” said Beulah, while the nurse looked wildly about for the
source of the voice.
“To have a changeling,” the voice – Is that Cooper? – said. “And you’re
never too old to trick the Others. Do you want out?”
“Hell yes,”
said Beulah.
“Then how
will you leave?” said Cooper. “By death – or changeling? We could use you, you
know.”
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Wow...Had to re-read a few times. It's quite ambiguous, and beautifully written. I feel that Cooper is an imaginary friend of some sort, who has perhaps returned to an old friend long after she grew up....Not sure why I feel that. There's an underlying element of suggested menace in this tale that I adore, and the death-cat is a wonderful addition to the story. Amazing!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Corey! I was going for the imaginary-friend-who-comes-back-in-the-nick-of-time angle, with a twist. I've had such great responses to this, I might try to flesh it out and make it longer.
DeleteAnd of course, menace is always involved when you're dealing with fairies. :)
I would LOVE to hear more of this story, Angela. Please flesh it out further. And when you do, make sure you let me know where to read it! I eagerly await this =)
DeleteDeath cat - excellent. Changelings. Nursing homes. Wow! Love this, Angela! Thanks for entering :)
ReplyDeleteThank you - and thanks for reading!
DeleteAngela - this story went in a completely different direction than I assumed it would when it started...I loved it my friend. I agree with Cory, your story is beautifully written and it alludes to the true mystery of life. Well done, very well done!!!
ReplyDeleteO wow - where did you think it was headed? I don't see myself as being a master of plot twists, or as having a distinct "voice" yet; so I am pleased that you think so, on both counts!
DeleteThanks for reading!
Wait....Lillie is the one who made the "voice" comment....sorry. My poor applesauce brains. Never try to do a full day's work and write/manage blogs on only five hours sleep..... o__O
DeleteDamn! Now I'm for sure not winning any prizes. :(
ReplyDeletePlease let me know when the novel comes out.
I dunno, pard - I thought your entry was pretty brilliant, myself. Made me laugh aloud. :D
DeleteY'know, I'm kind of wondering what this would look like as a longer tale....need to play with that. Thanks for reading!
Wow that was a great story! Interesting concept. What happens next?!
ReplyDeleteWell, Beulah does check out of Woolsey - permanently. But she does not die (of course).
DeleteStill trying to decide if the nurse gets sucked into what happens next. All these great responses has me wondering what this thing would look like as a longer tale. Hmmmmm......
Thanks for reading!
SQUEEE so excited! If you write more you just MUST share!
DeletePacked full of interesting characters! So much creativity and spunk in so few words. I love how your voice always shines through in your writing.
ReplyDeleteI think I erroneously posted it above to JoAnne's comment, but I am pleased that you think I have a distinct writing voice, as that is something that I'm not sure I've locked down yet. Thanks so much for the encouragement, and thanks for reading!!
DeleteThis feels like a bigger story, loved it! The poor cat ;)
ReplyDeleteThank you - and thanks for reading!
DeleteNot sure I will ever be able to look at a cat in a nursing home quite the same again. Great entry!
ReplyDeleteThanks! The idea had been growing on me for some time. Thanks for reading!
DeleteThis is the best opening to I've read in AGES! I'm completely intrigued. More! More!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm definitely working on it. :)
DeleteYes. This is the opening to a novel. Best of luck!!
ReplyDeleteMelanie
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Thank you - and thanks for reading!
DeleteSeriously though, what has Blogger done to the normal way you could add a comment? *fumes*.
DeleteAnyway, never mind that, I'm probably just rubbish: I agree with everyone here about how splendid this is. :-))
[Though Dionne says, "Poor cat" -- my favourite thing about this was that instead of Beulah being "scared to death" by the cat-like manifestation of terminosity (made-up word!), Death itself was scared...(by which, of course, I don't mean to suggest Dionne is *wrong*; the fact it can be taken both ways is a credit to you, naturally!)]
Similarly, though I would join everyone in reading more of this, to digress for a moment, as someone who'd never tried flash-fiction before Anna's previous competition, the ambiguity that is almost necessarily forced onto any story by the strict word-count is one of the splendid things about the form, I'd say...[Or is it? I don't know. Go on, go on.. :-)]
Haha! Love the made-up words and psychoanalysis of my 350 words of near-miss-deathness. FUN. :D
DeleteI agree, one of the beautiful things about this contest is see what people can do with small dosages of words. While I definitely think this idea would carry over into a longer tale, the opening would not be exactly as you see here. In fact, I started with 500 words and had to trim it down to the "dancing skeleton of story", as it were.
I also love that so many people can look at the same tale and see different aspects, or come to opposite (yet equally valid) opinions.
Thanks for reading!!
Great entry! Definitely seems as though it needs to be elaborated on, so I hope you share some of its progress if you do, indeed, add to it. :) (And hey, we both wrote about cats in our fairytales!)
ReplyDeleteYay for magic cats! And I am seriously considering how to flesh this one out. Made some more notes tonight. :)
DeleteThanks for reading!
I agree with everyone before me, I love the concept of a imaginary friend who comes back to save his "real" friend. I'd love to read more of this story. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWorking on it! Thanks for reading!!
DeleteYup - count me in on the queue for the book when it comes out. Actually saw a news item on exactly this kind of "on your way mate" cat & thought - don't ever come near one of my characters, Pussy or you'll regret.
ReplyDeleteLove the angle on Altzheimers being a different reality - not wrong but different.
Mark W - yes, this form is challenging but delightful in that it does inevitably leave the reader (and writer in my case) on the end of a string.
Having been around quite a few Alzheimer's patients over the years, this is really what impressed me - the fact that they're anchored to something, even if its something no one else gets. A lot of times it's one really strong memory that somehow overshadows everything else in their life. Usually small things that somehow, in their mind, have become huge.
DeleteThanks for reading!
Intriguing. Not what I expected starting out - but what can one truly expect from "Moosie the death-cat"?
ReplyDeleteWell done.
I GOT A STOFFELOPHAGUS REPLY!!
Delete*commences happy-dance of awesomeness*
um....er.....*straightens up and pretends to be well-behaved*
Thanks for reading!! :-)
Very intriguing. Nicely done Angela. I've heard about the death cats before, but this was a very cool take on going above and beyond. There's a lot more story here than fits in 350 words. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks so much! Glad you enjoyed it!
DeleteSMoooooch, thank you for entering! So COOL!
ReplyDeleteThank you - and thanks for hosting such a marvelous contest!
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