inevitable

Mr. Cat walked by the shop on his way home from work every day.  The odds and ends in the window display case caught his attention as they changed with the seasons and holidays and the fashions of the day.  They changed with such regular frequency that it seemed like there was something new on display every single day.  Even if there hadn’t been a whole new set-up, the window was so large that it was impossible to catch every glorious detail in a single walk-by.

Despite the overwhelming desire to stop and analyze the contents of the display more thoroughly, to let them entice him to see what further items of interest lay in the store beyond the glass, he had managed not to ever actually go into the store.  Hurrying past, remaining outside, was the strongest test of his willpower he had ever faced.

He felt the items, seen and unseen both, calling to him as he went by and his eyes would slide sideways to see what was new.  He tried walking on the other side of the street to weaken the desire to go in, but it seemed the further away he got the weaker his resolve to stay away got as well.  He went back to walking directly past the shop so the impulse to go in and browse could be assuaged by at least seeing what was in the window.

Day after day he walked home from work.  Day after day the items on display called out to him.  Day after day he looked forward to seeing what was new more and more just as he dreaded seeing what was new at the same time.  It was both the high point and the low point of his day.  It got to where he could no longer focus on work.  It got to where he no longer slept at night.

His mind would race over the trinkets, the gizmos and gadgets he had seen that day and would cast ahead to wonder what amazing things he would see the following day.  On the rare occasions where his body and mind finally gave out from exhaustion his dreams were haunted by whatchamacallits and thingamabobs and he’d wake in a cold sweat.  He hated the obsession the store had become for him.  He knew it was only a matter of time before he went in.

And one day, a day like any other, Mr. Cat gave in to his desire and entered the Curiosity Shop.

He was never heard from again.

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Word Count: 424

This is my contribution to this week’s InMon prompt:

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The Rules

There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.

OR

No really; I need rules!

Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.

The Prompts:
ONE HUNDRED IN THE SHADE
GOING ROGUE
IN SPITE
CURIOSITY SHOP
EVERYTHING WRONG

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28 thoughts on “inevitable

  1. Know what I’m curious about? Why did the Terminator never use a sniper rifle? It had computer enhanced aim and if it used a sniper rifle, Sarah and/or John never would have seen it coming to try to get away from it.

      • Maybe, but then again, why not try killing them at a different time? Send a terminator to kill them while Sarah’s giving birth to John. That way, neither of them is in a position to stop it from completing the task.

      • Perhaps there was no record of the when/where of the birth? If she had removed herself from public ahead of time her location could have been mystery… they wouldn’t have known where she was and John was until she went to the mental health facility and he was put into foster care…?

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