Emma Blossom patted Rainbow on her head, then on the butt, a little too hard. The cat thumped her tail and gave the child a black stare. Emma ran to the kitchen, tugged on Tessa’s pants, “Gramma, Rainbow’s eyes turned black.”
Tessa looked at Emma. “Rainbow’s eyes turn black when she’s excited or angry. What were you doing?”
“Just pettin’ her.”
“Were you being rough?”
“Noooo.”
“Let’s go see.” Emma repeated her movements, too young to falsify.
Rainbow lifted her head, eyes turning black. She jumped off the couch and ran.
“Emma, Rainbow likes pets, not smacks.”
“OK, Gramma.”
Written in response to Charli Mills April 17, 2023, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story of something/someone dark-eyed. What could be a dark-eyed situation? Or is it a dark-eyed beauty? A dark-eyed junco? Maybe it’s a futuristic piece of technology. Go where the prompt leads!
Sue Spitulnik 