This is my micro fiction entry for the first day of #Barathon 2017, the fornight-long blogging marathon for bloggers everywhere, organised by Blog-A-Rhythm! The prompt for today is: ‘The Fault in our Stares’, a play on the bestselling book by John Green, ‘The Fault in Our Stars’.
“Come on, dear cubby,” I croon. “Let’s have your cereal and milk earlier than the earliest bird. Or else we’ll be late for school!”
You merely stare at me blankly, not taking in a single word I just said. But today, I have the perfect solution for your lack of domestication.
“Sweetie, look at this spoon flying at you! There are bits of smoked venison in it! Don’t you like deer?” The excitement in my voice is directly related to how concerned I am about you and your feeding habits.
You jump off the table. Time elongates itself just enough for me to worry about you, but not enough to stop staring at you and catch you before you fall.
But, you land gracefully on the floor, much to my relief. Giving me an elegant stare, you say, “I’m old enough to hunt for fresh venison, mom.”
Being a mother to a teenage leopard is certainly not a piece of deer-cake.