Star

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


A short story inspired by the 3rd December 2017 Picture Prompt from the Imaginarium House.

Submitted: December 19, 2017

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Star.

At four months old, she was the last remaining kitten from when my best friend’s cat had given birth to the litter. Mom and Dad would not be able to turn her away, not once they set eyes one her beautiful face.

Sadie, what have you got there? You know we said ‘no’!”

But look, Mom. Isn’t she the sweetest thing? And I’ll look after her, do all the cleaning up, buy all her food. Please?”

And she had turned her eyes to look at my Mom, eyes that not long ago had been blue but now were more like green, and she let out this really soft ‘mew’!

My Mom had melted, I knew she’d never make me take the kitten away then. I’d picked her up, kissed the top of her head and said, “My superstar!” And that was how she got the name, Star!

Of course, like all kittens she was a bundle of mischief, but she was so cute with it that even my Dad never stayed cross with her for long; not even when she managed to unlace one of his shoelaces and hide it. She adored a fuss, and hated to be left out of anything.

It was almost Christmas and time to sort out the decorations. I wasn’t bothered but Mom and Dad insisted. Dad brought back a tree and the following day I got the box of decorations down from the attic.

Of course Star wanted to help. She’d chase and pounce on the tinsel, and would bat away at the baubles that hung near enough to the ground. She spent quite a lot of time looking upwards but made no move to actually climb up on to any of the branches.

More or less finished now, all that was needed was something for the top. We had always stood an angel up there but now she was tatty and battered and fit for nowhere but the bin. So what could I use instead?

I remembered something I had in my room, something that might just do the trick. I shouted to my Mom that I was nearly finished. “ I just need to run up to my room. I’ve got a star that would be perfect.”

I dashed up the stairs as quickly as I could, but then had to rummage around to find it. By the time I got back to the tree, Star was making her way up to the higher branches. She would climb, and teeter, climb again. She got right to the top and I could see the tree start to sway, too far to reach out and grab it.

The whole thing wibbled and wobbled and came crashing down, depositing Star right back on the floor. I couldn’t see her through the branches and the tinsel....what if she was hurt? And then there was a rustling noise and out she popped, tail fluffed up to twice it’s usual size. She ran to me to be picked up, stroked, cuddled, reassured.

Mom put her head round the door to see what the noise was. “Star wanted to be at the top of the tree,” I exclaimed.

We straightened the tree, rearranged the decorations, and I finally put the tinsel star in place. And my Star; well, she spent a lot of time looking up, but did not try climbing that tree again.


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