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The Cat Was Right
Gripping the red stub ever-so-tightly, she spun slowly on her haunches
Inscribing on the kitchen linoleum around her a crude, irregular circle
Rising then from her crouch, she strode to the table and took up a tattered book
With her off-hand outstretched, still clutching the crayon, she intoned
Alexithymia! Bedizen! Schadenfreude! Kazoo!
From the countertop beside the sink, a large yellow cat cast her a reproachful glance
A long moment later, she let her hand fall to her side
Rowr, said the cat
That’s when it happened
Before her wide, disbelieving eyes, the linoleum began to buckle upward
In an instant, the entire area of the circle was a low, convex bubble
The cat hissed; the bubble popped; and there on the floor in the fetal position
Lied a smallish, svelte sort of man-shaped creature which commenced to twitch and groan
Its clothing looked to be of burlap. It wore no shoes. It reeked.
Said she presently when she gained some mastery of herself: What. Are. You.
Said the wraith with cocked head, through pointy-pointy teeth: I. Am. Here.
Why – she asked – to do my bidding?
The wraith laughed and coughed and spat
Perhaps I am here, it said, to seduce you
And it was her turn to laugh – a cackle
Where did you come from?
The Zone, it replied
What is the Zone?
What will you do here?
I will search, it snarled
A way back, it replied
She drew herself to her full height and put both hands in the air
You will do my bidding! she cried
Lady… the only bidding I will do
Is to bid you adieu
And he turned and lurched to the door
Well give me something! A wish! Some gold!
The wraith peered back over a slender shoulder
Alright. Alright. A little keepsake. It reached into a fold
And produced a wad of filthy cloth, which it tossed between them to the floor
With a whine and a grunt, prying open the door, the wraith unceremoniously split
She scurried forward and pounced, unfolded the cloth and gasped to find
The half-eaten head of a fish