The Death of Baphomet

Fleas jumped off of the tangled hair, copulated in mid-air and settled back amid the black tendrils.

I stared in disgusted fascination, my nostrils having made peace with the assaulting stench.

My mind was drawn inward, savouring the festering feeling of satisfaction acting like balm against the long-aching depths in the pit of my stomach.

I watched the gaping hole betwixt its eyes, the hole I had just made, rendering its horns useless; unable now to ram at me; its dead legs unable to stalk me; its glassy eyes, emptied of the evil spirit that has haunted me for so long.

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Ticket or No Ticket

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The first time I left home, I managed to get to the front gate before Doreen ran out and grabbed my shoulder.  I had walked out in the middle of a talking to, so I wasn’t really expecting to go very far.

The second time I made it out onto the street.  She was sleeping that time and I was very, very quiet so I don’t know how she knew I was leaving.

But I didn’t plan it right, you see.  I should have done it when Daddy and Doreen were at work.

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Hollow

Copyright -Mary Shipman

Copyright -Mary Shipman

All I remember from the day the humans left is an all-encompassing, bright flash. They were gone before the night was dawn.

My three little ones are my world now, and the humans’ house is our home.  The most recent danger is a lone wolf that roams the woods that have spilled over the front yard.  While I hunt, I hide my kittens in the holes up in the wall.   Wolves don’t jump that high.

And yet, I return to a quiet house. A claw marks the length of the wall; too high for a wolf; deep enough for a bear. My babies are gone.

For Friday Fictioneers. Football fever has caught me by the throat this season.  I write this as I watch Spain v. Chile.  Tell me, is football an inspiring muse?

The Knowing Arch

When leaves turn gold,

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Copyright -Jennifer Pendergast

I know that their time has come.

With roses for cheeks

And chirping laughter,

I watch them enter in loud hordes.

 

The sky grows dark,

Eclipsed by pearly clouds.

Fragile branches sag under heavy ice;

Bags droop under tired, learned eyes.

I watch as hordes become silent clusters.

 

Snow melts. Unveils

Emerald leaves no longer burdened.

With roses back on their cheeks,

Straight backs, relieved shoulders,

I watch as one by one they leave, triumphant.

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