Fiction: The cello

dscf0415One day Pixie woke up in an unfamiliar spot. She gently opened one eye. In front of her was a large yellowish-gold shape, which curved into curlicues. This thing had a black stick attached to one end with four thin lines that arced over another curved object and then down where they were tied onto another black thing. This thing was big, about six times as large as she was.

Pixie decided to call this large thing THE OBJECT. She closed her eyes.

A sound of feet approached.  These feet made a soft sound as like the sound of feet encased in socks walking on wall-to-wall carpet.  There was a slight tug and Pixie moved forward a few centimeters.  After a few rustlings, a large loud trumpet-like sound erupted into the air.  Pixie jumped up!  THE OBJECT was making a sound: a large luscious dark chocolate-y sound that filled the air.  Pixie’s pet was sitting in her chair making funny movements with her arms while her feet were wrapped around THE OBJECT.

Pixie wanted her breakfast.  She was hungry. She wanted to run outside and feel the grass beneath her paws.  Her pet was usually very attentive to her needs, except when she did these strange things with THE OBJECT.  Even Pixie’s loudest cries couldn’t compete with the sound it made, and she couldn’t even jump on her pet’s lap.  Then Pixie had a bright idea.  She decided to run.  Round and round the room she went. She didn’t have to go far, before her pet put THE OBJECT down, ran to her, scooped her up and stroked.  Pixie made her most appealing face.  In no time at all, her pet was in the kitchen getting her breakfast.  Pixie ate it daintily, and then demanded to be let outside.  Free at last, she thought as she heard the faint sounds of THE OBJECT wafting out of the house.  How that thing makes my ears hurt!

–Cynthia Haggard writes short stories, novels and poetry.  During the day, she is a medical writer and owns her own business.  For more on her creative writing, go to spunstories.  For more about her medical writing services, go to clarifyingconcepts.  (c) 2009. All rights reserved.

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