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I was looking back over past Bingo Cards and was inspired by an old, unfilled, prompt from Marellene on Wordpress for "I told you so" and "Candlestick" from my 2017 March/April Play-It-Again Bingo. 306 word drabble, and not what I expected originally from the prompt.
Cause of Ignition: Unattended Flame
Priscilla cowered as far from the flames as the cold bars of the ow-don’t bite-stay still box would allow. Occasional droplets of icy mist from the water snakes would settle on her fur, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from the fire long enough to lick them away.
From where her ow-don’t bite-stay still box rested along the edge of another’s she heard old-old Rupert mutter, “I told you so, Cat.”
“How should I have known it could do that!” she growled back.
“Mistress had told you to “Get Down” and “Bad Kitten” just yesterday when you jumped on that same table with the too sweet-too flowery-flame stick.”
“So? Humans say a lot of words about Down and Bad. They’re not serious.”
“Pretty serious. She’s the Mistress. You should’ve listened.”
“Shut it Rupert. You’re old-old, Dog. I bet you’ve never jumped or played in your life,” Priscilla hissed in retaliation.
“Nope. You’re right. I’ve never jumped on that table, and never knocked over the too sweet-too flowery-flame stick, and never caused our furever home to be eaten by fire.” Rupert rumbled.
“Where will we go now?”
“I’ve been to the strange room-many smells-not our house with Mistress before. I’m sure I’ll go there with her tonight.”
“And me?”
“I guess you’ll go back.”
Priscilla hid her entire head under her long bushy black tail. Hiding herself from the sight of flames, the drops of wet, and most of all the thought of going back. Back to the no petting-not home-no hope place she’d only been rescued from a few months before.
Cause of Ignition: Unattended Flame
Tongues of orange and red licked the late winter’s sky as their furever home continued to burn aggressively despite the efforts of the big scary men with their icky-gross-wet water snakes.
Priscilla cowered as far from the flames as the cold bars of the ow-don’t bite-stay still box would allow. Occasional droplets of icy mist from the water snakes would settle on her fur, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from the fire long enough to lick them away.
From where her ow-don’t bite-stay still box rested along the edge of another’s she heard old-old Rupert mutter, “I told you so, Cat.”
“How should I have known it could do that!” she growled back.
“Mistress had told you to “Get Down” and “Bad Kitten” just yesterday when you jumped on that same table with the too sweet-too flowery-flame stick.”
“So? Humans say a lot of words about Down and Bad. They’re not serious.”
“Pretty serious. She’s the Mistress. You should’ve listened.”
“Shut it Rupert. You’re old-old, Dog. I bet you’ve never jumped or played in your life,” Priscilla hissed in retaliation.
“Nope. You’re right. I’ve never jumped on that table, and never knocked over the too sweet-too flowery-flame stick, and never caused our furever home to be eaten by fire.” Rupert rumbled.
“Where will we go now?”
“I’ve been to the strange room-many smells-not our house with Mistress before. I’m sure I’ll go there with her tonight.”
“And me?”
“I guess you’ll go back.”
Priscilla hid her entire head under her long bushy black tail. Hiding herself from the sight of flames, the drops of wet, and most of all the thought of going back. Back to the no petting-not home-no hope place she’d only been rescued from a few months before.
The kitten trembled in her cage as fire roared in the wintry night.
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