NaBloPoMo Post #30
Prompt: The Road Not Taken
The road not taken leads me into trouble. Again. And this time, literally. What can I say, my curiosity overpowers my reasonable side. Time and time again. So instead of taking the sunny bright path to find my runaway cat, I of course chose to take the creepy dark road overgrown with strange plants and sinister old trees.
“Buffy, where the hell are you?” Yes, my cat is named Buffy. The vampire-hunting, butt-kicking Buffy. Because I think that if my cat turned into a person, she would totally be a kick-ass chick.
A few pairs of glowing eyes stare at me from both sides of the path.
“You better not have eaten Buffy,” I say to them, my voice bolder than what I feel. They just blink and keep staring.
I keep walking until I reach a dark lake. Mist is rising above it in spades. Very dramatic. Even more dramatic is the mermaid sitting on a large boulder in the middle. She flaps her green scaly tail at me and giggles. The mermaids here have the brain power of twelve a year-old.
I’m about to pass her because I have no interest in mindless talk just now, but I pause to ask her if she saw Buffy.
“Oooo, a kitty. They are so cute,” the bubble head mermaid says. “You know, kitties don’t like water.”
Great, she’s a fountain of useless, and unsolicited, knowledge.
I’m about to walk away when the mist lifts a bit and I see Buffy curled up on her lap.
“Can I have my cat back please,” I ask her, my words dripping with honey.
“Come and get her,” the mermaid says and giggles again.
Ugh, great. She wants to play. Now I have to get wet. I slowly proceed to step into the water. It’s weirdly warm and I plunge in. My head deeps below the inky depth and I feel water entering my nose.
I start coughing and open my eyes. I’m in my bed. Buffy is sitting on top of my chest and persistently licks my nose.