The day orb banishes the others, but not the visions gouged into
Billy's eyes. Abandoned in the mall's playarea, he remembers the
twisted shapes milking the dandelions. Sap stains their chins in the
moonlight while fires temper toothpick-sized spears.
"Mommy, mommy." Billy points at others-sized petstore kittens.
Harried, he suspects she'll say no. Her voice drops to her fighting
tones. "One of us should be happy."
Later, Billy cracks the door to let the kitten hunt the others.
Screeches tear the air.
The next morning, spikes pin the kitten's flayed skin to the door.
Billy's the only one to cry.
I posted this one last week on Lily's Friday Prediction. I haven't posted it here and decided to post it as my #fridayflash contribution because I'm jetlagged from my flight out to Sweden today. More coherent posts later.