Sally’s long lashes flickered at Jimmy. She had such beautiful fur, deep and luxuriant, and Jimmy often leaned against her stomach listening to the soft rumble of her breathing while he composed. Poetry, of course, love sonnets and deeply purple prose describing her lovely mouth, gorgeous tail, and luxuriant paws.
Of course, Momma duck would not approve. Jimmy didn’t care. Sally was his muse, his daydream, the reason for his writing.
One day, while waddling down to the pond for his morning swim, Jimmy discovered a scene of carnage. Crushed cattails and prints in the shore side mud, both webbed and clawed. Bloody gobbets of flesh and drifting white feathers were all that remained of Momma duck and Jimmy’s duckling siblings.
A pair of feral red eyes started intently at Jimmy. Her beautiful needle teeth, dripping blood down the slick fur of her perfect chin.
“Time to choose, Jimmy,” purred the enchanting weasel.
Jimmy leapt astride his vintage motorcycle, flicked a cigarette butt into the pond, and offered Sally a lift.
“I’m perfectly willing to think outside the flockses.¹”
¹ Spelling intentional, Jimmy’s response to pedants: “[Expletive deleted].²”
² (Which the editor translates with some liberty: “Up yours.”)
198 words, inspired by the week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
15 thoughts on “The Odd Duck”
Not children’s fiction, for sure 🙂 Love the ducklings.
Well now, I could write for kids… but there would have to be so much less gore
Haha excellent. It’s one way to force a choice.
Awful lot of folks wouldn’t mind eating their in-laws, yo.
Haha .. or finding some way of getting rid of them 😉
Given the circumstances, I’d say Jimmy made the right call. Awesome twist in the end.
He’s a rebel with a forbidden lurv. That’s so fifties.
Hehe. James Duck. 😉
I get a picture of this being like an old Hollywood movie Jimmy like a James Dean. It’s gruesome but at the same time Jimmy is portrayed as such a cool guy you can’t help but like him. Great take!
Aw, Jimmy’s a peach. But he’d favor a biker jacket, I think.
His girl, not so much. The things we do for love.
A gory scene that you have written very well!
Mother Nature wrote that one. I just cribbed it.
Did she? That may be what we all do, huh?
Nicely written if a bit ghoulish:) I like the mixing of the ‘real’ world and the world of the ‘animals.’
Mouse and the Motorcycle (Beverly Cleary) was on of my favorite kid books. It carries over, I guess?