PatchieSteve

patchiesteve.bsky.social

02 December 2025 19:22

A feathered hand came down so fast, Gee was caught before she could scurry away. She squeaked. "I keep squeaking instead of screaming! What if I really am a mouse, and you really an owl? Do you plan to eat me?" "My darling. You are exquisite! What a tasty mouse you will make! I #promise!" #vss365

PatchieSteve

patchiesteve.bsky.social

02 December 2025 19:22

"W-w-who are you?" Gee tumbled out of the bird woman's hand onto the long table among a dust of flour and petrified mice. "W-w-whooo! Hoo! Hoo!" She laughed in imitation. "I'm #Violet. In another tale, I was kingfisher. Now I'm owl, or so it seems." Then, she bit the head off a dead mouse. #vss365

PatchieSteve

patchiesteve.bsky.social

02 December 2025 19:22

A #tear tears down Gee's cheek, as the tall hoot of a woman carries her into the house. A slam of door. A passageway and stairs. Up. Up. Up. Into a great long room, where row upon row of petrified mice, white with fright, stare up at their passing. Frozen from terror, or so it seems. #vss365

PatchieSteve

patchiesteve.bsky.social

02 December 2025 19:22

Gee noticed the feathers sticking out of the woman's tawny blazer, hat, and skirt. She seemed as much owl as human, and as she slid a key in the door, her head swivelled 180 degrees, fixing the mouse [Mouse!?] with a steely stare, full of dark #purpose. Gee tried to scream, but squeaked. #vss365

PatchieSteve

patchiesteve.bsky.social

02 December 2025 19:21

She stood there for some time, whether seeking courage or #spiritual guidance she did not know. Her procrastination was interrupted by a dark shadow of what she thought a cloud gliding beneath the moon, but was in fact the stepping over her of a long-skirted woman who strode up to the door. #vss365