Dean Traylor is a freelance writer and teacher who writes about various subjects, including education and creative writing.
Maxwell hated mornings. He hated the way the sun streamed through the blinds and flooded his bed. He hated how the birds serenaded its arrival. Most of all, he hated it because it signaled another busy day in his new life.
He unfurled himself and yawned. Habitually, he dug his nails into the bedpost. It felt like old time and, for a moment, he relished the feeling.
Then, reality hit him.
“Can’t do that, Max, old boy,” he said to himself after he quickly pulled his nails away.
He got out of bed. Max was not use to walking upright, not even two years after the Great Reverse brought this curse upon him and others like him.
He tip-toed into the living room and by the couch where his pet, Bobby, was still sleeping. That strange, hairless beast was out cold. Thank God, he thought.
He went to the kitchen and straight to the cupboard. He pulled out two bowls, fetched the milk from the refrigerator, and poured it in a bowl. He stared at it for a moment trying figure out was wrong.
He thought, as he pulled at his whiskers, he forgot the cereal.
He retrieved the box from the pantry and poured its content in the empty bowl, adding milk afterward.
He glanced at the milk-filled bowl. It seemed right to him.
Max was not use to walking upright, not even two years after the Great Reverse brought this curse upon him and others like him.
Old habits die hard, even after the Great Reverse – when man became beast, and pets became the rulers of the world. He knelt down to it and began lapping it up.
“Foo…” Bobby was up.
Max shifted his yellow eyes to the side and saw him standing there, staring with those sad, imploring eyes.
“Silly humans,” Max said as he rose from the bowl. “Are you hungry Bobby?”
Bobby’s eyes lit up as he flashed a toothy grin. He frantically nodded his head.
“Here you go,” the cat said, pushing the cereal with milk over to Bobby. The happy human grabbed the bowl and gobbled down its content. Afterward, he rushed to Max’s side, embracing his hind leg and tail.
Max petted Bobby. Such love and devotion. Max may have had a busy day before him. But, moments like these made him enjoy being the master of the house.
Master of the house. The mere thought made him purr.
Other Weird Tales
- Temptress by the River
A young man running away from his problems discovers a new horror by the River's edge.
- Who's That Talking?
Milton's a new man. Years of therapy has finally rid him of the "voices inside his head". However, upon his first journey in the "normal" world, he begins to wonder if he's still crazy or if ever was
- A Campfire Tale
A boy wants his father to tell a tale. Instead, he gets a visit from a stranger who sets the flame brighter than the burning embers in the campfire. Also, included: the poem Campfire Memories.
© 2014 Dean Traylor