Thank-you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and to CE ayr for the prompt photo
Feral Supremo
Look at me I’m Paolo, my beady orange eyes stare back at you. My feet livid pink toes missing, my neck grey green, the bird boss of this turf. Witness my power, I keep my flock in check, stupid birds, wouldn’t last minutes here without me.
No one comes passFeral Supremoes, bins, dirt, grease and so much food ! Chuck outs from those steamy joints. We do, we’re feral survivors, eat any-thing, we fight rats for scrap. No creature will eat us or the rats, say we’re toxic. I say we’re feral and free.
April 25, 2020 at 6:53 pm
Fantastic take on the prompt and the voice is superb.
April 24, 2020 at 8:43 pm
I was startled today, coming home from an appointment, to see a large, ugly, multi-colored cat roaming through our yard. He looked at me and HISSED! Feral, for sure. And I think you described his mates!
April 25, 2020 at 8:59 am
My goodness Linda – a large ugly cat and feral. Not what you want to encounter !
April 25, 2020 at 1:21 pm
No. I’ve never seen it before. I was glad it kept a distance! Terry says he’ll keep an eye out for it, but to be careful when I got out to the garage. If he’s working out there, the cat could slip in unnoticed. Yikes.
April 23, 2020 at 6:22 pm
What an original take on the prompt, Francine!
They may be feral, but they are survivors.
April 25, 2020 at 9:01 am
Thanks for your comment Dale, yes survivors in an inhospitable environment .
April 23, 2020 at 4:47 pm
Wow, this is great!
I love the crazy voice.
April 25, 2020 at 9:05 am
Thanks Ceayr – so pleased you liked the voice.I was thinking: mafia !
April 25, 2020 at 9:37 am
All I can say is that it was scary!
April 23, 2020 at 3:31 pm
Yeah, feral and free! And toxic 🙂
April 25, 2020 at 9:10 am
Thanks for your comment Ali. a grim kind of freedom I guess.
April 23, 2020 at 10:58 am
Pretty sure I wouldn’t want to take them either! Great slant to take, Francine
April 25, 2020 at 9:14 am
Thanks for your feedback Lynn, glad you liked the story.
April 29, 2020 at 8:14 am
My pleasure.
April 23, 2020 at 9:03 am
Not enough food scraps in some places at the moment… I read in New York rats are dying of starvation in the streets and eating each other. Not sure it has anything to do with your story though (just reminded me). 😀
April 25, 2020 at 9:22 am
Thanks for your observation- that’s extraordinary, that New York rats are eating each other- somehow a metaphor for rock bottom, isn’t it.
April 23, 2020 at 7:07 am
I wouldn’t cross him. I live by the seaside. I know how these ferals work.
April 25, 2020 at 9:26 am
Thanks for your comment Sandra, so you are no stranger to ferals….
April 22, 2020 at 9:19 pm
Dear Francine,
There’s one advantage to being feral I suppose. Intriguing piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
April 25, 2020 at 9:47 am
I appreciate your comment Rochelle., suppose I was exploring the ‘underside’ of life.
April 22, 2020 at 5:50 pm
So that’s what’s making the noise outside my bunker
April 25, 2020 at 9:56 am
Yup Neil !!
April 22, 2020 at 5:35 pm
Well, I guess he’s staying positive about his situation!