Literary Lion. Meow.

Last week we were suitably hydrated with tales of ‘drink me’, and my thirst was certainly quenched with this little post from SJ at Delirious Antidotes, who’s story is the perfect example of how one word (the last word) maketh a moment.

So to this week, and the lion has his feline family in mind… the word is ‘Panther’. This time we are asking for tales of 150 words or less. Do remember to pingback to this post, include the tag ‘Literary Lion’ and come for a little visit on Instagram or  twitter if you so wish…

Here is my feline tale…

Meow.

She sidled up to him. Her lips lazed into a crooked smirk. Her eyes peeked through lazy lashes. He had been leering at her for the last hour. Her raven hair, her bubblegum lips – they were his favourite. She was dead drunk. No control.

When the maid found him he was strapped to the toilet. Naked. Rope wrapped around him and the white porcelain bowl that he hugged. His head slumped in past the seat. His skin pulled at his spine as it curved over each bobbled bone. Across the ridge was a detailed engraving of a panther, pink. It was deeper than the average tattoo. Blood had seeped from its lines and towards the crevice of his arsehole, drying in its tracks.

The detective snuck under the police tape. She smiled. They had seen that pink panther many times before.

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27 Comments

    • laura@laurafeasey.com
      Author
      21st March 2016 / 5:42 pm

      Whoops. I hope I didn’t cause any nightmares…

      • 22nd March 2016 / 7:25 am

        I managed to come out unscathed.. No nightmares..! 😉

  1. 13th March 2016 / 8:08 am

    You have issues, Madame. 🙂

    • laura@laurafeasey.com
      Author
      21st March 2016 / 5:44 pm

      Of course, makes it all much more interesting…

  2. 22nd March 2016 / 11:40 pm

    Ouch! A serial, she is. 🙂

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