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The Knock
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt is a visual one by
Alai_Aorax - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42785477/
Our flat was in a Council block that hadn’t seen a good day in – well, maybe since that movie about tangerine clockworks or something. The lifts didn’t work, the lighting in the corridors flickered when it worked at all, and there were times when you didn’t want the lights to work.
Trust me on that one. Oh, I could tell you stories . . .
Anyway, me and my partner are home, settling in after supper, when our ears perk. When a rabbit and a red squirrel perk their ears, it gets noticed. Like bloody flags, our ears are, and what we’re hearing is a knock at the door.
Well, not so much as a knock as a scratch, sort of a combination of the two. There’s the impact of a knock, sure, but then there’s this long scratching sound, like the paw dragging down the door.
So Bob looks at me as I’m sitting up in bed. “Where are you going, Jackie?”
I look back at my bunny buddy as I’m pulling up my shorts. “I’m off to see who that is.” There it was, another knock-scratch. I lean over and kiss him between his ears. “Don’t start without me.” Bob snorts, and I head for the door.
I put an eye to the peephole, but the lights are too dim. Oh well. I unlock the three separate locks on the door and ease it open. “Yeah, what you want?” I ask, and my voice trails off at what I’m looking at.
Some kind of I don’t know what it was stood in the hall, crouching as it looked up at me. It was thin, emaciated, and I think it would have stood two metres if it ever straightened up. It had no fur or skin, but a hide that gleamed grey and slick in the dim lights. Like oiled leather, or rubber. Its head was far too small for such a long, skinny neck, and its arms and legs looked like it had more joints than any earthly creature had a right to have.
It had drawn back slightly as I opened the door and spoke, and several mismatched eyes blinked as it asked, “Good evening. May I take a moment to speak with you?” The voice was hollow and strangely resonant. More than one throat, maybe?
“Okay,” I said. “Make it fast.”
Bob’s watching telly as I come back to bed. “What was that all about, Jack?”
I shrug. “Lib Dem candidate, standing in next month’s by-election.”
“Oh.” I shuck off my shorts and get in bed, and Bob shuts the telly off. We cuddle for a bit and he asks, “Gonna vote for him?”
I shrug. “He’ll never get in, not with proportional representation the way it is.”
end
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2021 by Walter Reimer
Prompt is a visual one by
Alai_Aorax - https://www.furaffinity.net/view/42785477/Our flat was in a Council block that hadn’t seen a good day in – well, maybe since that movie about tangerine clockworks or something. The lifts didn’t work, the lighting in the corridors flickered when it worked at all, and there were times when you didn’t want the lights to work.
Trust me on that one. Oh, I could tell you stories . . .
Anyway, me and my partner are home, settling in after supper, when our ears perk. When a rabbit and a red squirrel perk their ears, it gets noticed. Like bloody flags, our ears are, and what we’re hearing is a knock at the door.
Well, not so much as a knock as a scratch, sort of a combination of the two. There’s the impact of a knock, sure, but then there’s this long scratching sound, like the paw dragging down the door.
So Bob looks at me as I’m sitting up in bed. “Where are you going, Jackie?”
I look back at my bunny buddy as I’m pulling up my shorts. “I’m off to see who that is.” There it was, another knock-scratch. I lean over and kiss him between his ears. “Don’t start without me.” Bob snorts, and I head for the door.
I put an eye to the peephole, but the lights are too dim. Oh well. I unlock the three separate locks on the door and ease it open. “Yeah, what you want?” I ask, and my voice trails off at what I’m looking at.
Some kind of I don’t know what it was stood in the hall, crouching as it looked up at me. It was thin, emaciated, and I think it would have stood two metres if it ever straightened up. It had no fur or skin, but a hide that gleamed grey and slick in the dim lights. Like oiled leather, or rubber. Its head was far too small for such a long, skinny neck, and its arms and legs looked like it had more joints than any earthly creature had a right to have.
It had drawn back slightly as I opened the door and spoke, and several mismatched eyes blinked as it asked, “Good evening. May I take a moment to speak with you?” The voice was hollow and strangely resonant. More than one throat, maybe?
“Okay,” I said. “Make it fast.”
Bob’s watching telly as I come back to bed. “What was that all about, Jack?”
I shrug. “Lib Dem candidate, standing in next month’s by-election.”
“Oh.” I shuck off my shorts and get in bed, and Bob shuts the telly off. We cuddle for a bit and he asks, “Gonna vote for him?”
I shrug. “He’ll never get in, not with proportional representation the way it is.”
end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Squirrel
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 47.3 kB
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