Meow about burning the Kougar's brain cells, my Big Beautiful Cats ~ However, moi has been a good little kitty girl and written her bio...and! her question portion for her Siren-BookStrand Author's page. Then she claw-sent it winging into the cyber ethers. Will it need revisions, the Kougaress doesn't own a tuna salad sandwich clue.
Her squinchy eyes bleary, the Kougaress yawns like she would after a day of time traveling and hunting on the vast ancient savannas. A brief rest, and it's back to the editing cave.
Flash! and the lash of time, moi did manage to add her flash fiction contribution on the Liquid Silver blog ~ liquidsilverbooks.com/blog ~
From my current WIP ~ Don’t Bite the Fortune Teller ~ Chapter One: King of Hearts ~
One
Solitaire struggled to awaken. Her head nastily throbbed, muzzy – as if she suffered from a bad case of the flu. She wasn’t in bed, his four poster magnificent, so-soft bed. She lay on a surface hard as concrete that felt slick as polished stone, with her head resting on her partially numb arm. Something was horribly wrong.
Not moving and not opening her eyes, Solitaire listened for any sound. Only quiet, the kind of quiet she’d known in an underground facilities. Dead quiet. The air didn’t move.
God...she moaned inside. God...I must be locked in...wherever this is...oh no.
Two
Calming herself, Solitaire didn’t move. She focused on any smell around her. First, the faint whiff of an expensive cigar. Human odors, traces of two males – a woman, mid thirties – her perfume floral, delicate.
There was nothing else she could detect.
If he was here...God, God, where is he...is he safe? Help me...help me.
Her head clearing to hazy, Solitaire concentrated on scanning her body, searching for drugs, any substance foreign to her. As he had taught her.
She found a mild nerve toxin, probably plant-based instead of synthetic. Obviously a toxin that had rendered her helpless and unconscious.
Three
Solitaire groaned inside, wanting to scream – wanting to shake the walls with her screams. She moved slightly, as if she merely stirred to wakefulness – anything to relieve her log-numb arm.
Cautiously she opened one eye. Black. Blackness. The deepest darkest part of the jungle sang through her mind.
"We know you’re awake." The words blasted through her, a giant megaphone shouting into her body.
Solitaire deepened her breaths, stared into fathomless blackness.
"So," she challenged.
"Where is he?"
She sucked in two swift breaths, raised her head. "Disney World. Yeah, that’s it, I remember. He’s playing Prince Charming this week."
Good kitty girl smooch from the Kougar...
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