Dense enough to keep him well-hidden, the vines
proved to be the perfect spot from which to view her sleek, soft curves as she
sunned herself by the edge of the pool. She’d sauntered across the grass so completely
self-involved that she hadn’t noticed him lurking only inches away. It
wouldn’t be long now. Her eyes closed and she stretched, falling
deeper into sleep. He knew he would
have to be quick. There would be no
second chance. Gathering himself low, he pushed off with all of
his strength, arcing high into the air and coming down with a powerful splash, sending a wave of water cascading over her long, lovely white fur and drenching
her to the bone. With a yowl of surprise,
she leaped into air; her back arched in outrage and spit a ferocious hiss at
him before racing from the yard. His yard.
He paddled to the steps, climbed from the pool and gave his fur a mighty
shake of satisfaction. Now where had he
buried that bone?
A One-Minute-Writer
Friday Fiction piece from the prompt “vine.”
