Here’s my first raw attempt at writing to the prompt. 208 words, zero edits. I’m not proud of it, but posting anyway!
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Raccoon kitten
I pulled into my driveway in the darkness. Stopped the car, put on the hand brake, and turned my head slightly to the right. I froze. My eyes met two dark pools in a dim grey aura, and I was horrified. The creature, like nothing I'd ever seen before, was also frozen in space and time. Slowly it dawned on me: that must be a raccoon. It was my first time seeing one, and I winced with a feeling of disgust so strong I almost vomited. My pulse is quickening even as I write this now, a decade and a half later. I waited for the raccoon to scamper away before I dared open my car door. I felt like I had seen a ghost.
These days, I have a gorgeous kitten at home, but there's one problem: she kinda looks like a raccoon. She has a grey-white raccoon tail, and a racoon-like white body, and sometimes she shoves her face somewhere that she isn’t supposed to and from behind I swear I'm looking at a freaking raccoon again. But I love her. I even call her my little raccoon as a term of endearment. Maybe in this way, I'm finally getting rid of my fear of raccoons.
A huge congrats to Cindy Sams who used a prompt from a Micro Monday newsletter two weeks ago and got that piece into the world!
"Just wanted to tell you that a piece I wrote last week based on one your prompts has been accepted by The Blue Mountain Review. Yay!"
Here’s my first raw attempt at writing to the prompt. 208 words, zero edits. I’m not proud of it, but posting anyway!
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Raccoon kitten
I pulled into my driveway in the darkness. Stopped the car, put on the hand brake, and turned my head slightly to the right. I froze. My eyes met two dark pools in a dim grey aura, and I was horrified. The creature, like nothing I'd ever seen before, was also frozen in space and time. Slowly it dawned on me: that must be a raccoon. It was my first time seeing one, and I winced with a feeling of disgust so strong I almost vomited. My pulse is quickening even as I write this now, a decade and a half later. I waited for the raccoon to scamper away before I dared open my car door. I felt like I had seen a ghost.
These days, I have a gorgeous kitten at home, but there's one problem: she kinda looks like a raccoon. She has a grey-white raccoon tail, and a racoon-like white body, and sometimes she shoves her face somewhere that she isn’t supposed to and from behind I swear I'm looking at a freaking raccoon again. But I love her. I even call her my little raccoon as a term of endearment. Maybe in this way, I'm finally getting rid of my fear of raccoons.
Geeking out is THE BEST.
This geek agrees.