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The Dreaming : A Transition

The Dreaming : A Transition
by Everett A Warren

An excerpt



"I had a visitor the other night, who gave me a good idea for a story. He was a furry four-footed young visitor, with a black coat, white gloves and boots, and white around the tip of his nose and the tip of his tail. He sat in a chair near me, purring most inspiringly..."

– HP Lovecraft



Over the polished rim peered the moon, reflected on the silver surroundings yet absorbed in the opaque whiteness of the depths. A ripple distorted the surface, resounding and echoing from boundary to boundary. Then another. On this second fall we catch the splendid crown as the droplet impacts the surface, that edgertonian glimpse of a world halted, frozen in our mind, and yet to ripples to nothing before another second breathes. There is a rustling at the edge of the woods, and silently our point of view draws back in the crouch a coiled spring might assume, should a coil spring be possessed of the grace and direction of our current vehicle. A blur of white moves from the cover of the sprawling chaos of the woods to that of the tightly organised arrangement of shrubbery made by man. She thinks we do not see her, but our eyes are as good as hers, funnelled from words through ice blue eyes... eyes which return to the saucer of milk, whiskers dipping in, tongue lapping, a feint of disinterest. The horizon spins rapidly as our host rolls abruptly, and the white blur becomes solid rather quickly, claws skittering on the flagstones, green eyes widening as the saucerful of milk appears before them, clattering and splashing, soaking white fur with white drink. And we lie on our side, purring lightly in laughter...


"But you could not have...", she interrupts herself to clear milk from her nose, shaking her head to flick away drops of the liquid from the tips of her whiskers.

"Ah, milady... had I known you intended to pounce me I would have remained as the target." The purr became more of a chuckle.


Copyright (c) 1996 Everett A Warren



You can read the complete story in my collection, Cautionary Fables: Warts & All, available on Amazon.com or by order from your local bookseller.
Tags: fantasy, fiction, short fiction, short stories, the dreaming, writing
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