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Prompt 9 (The Snowmen) : Destiny City has no shortage of creatives looking to take advantage of the snowfall, so the snowmen popping up around the city are not so surprising, themselves. It’s how often you keep seeing the same snowman. Maybe someone’s making identical snowmen across the city, but there’s just something off about it. Sometimes the same snowman will be facing a different direction than when you last looked at it, or maybe it’s moved altogether. Sometimes in what seems like the blink of an eye. It never moves while you’re watching it, but when your eyes aren’t on it, there’s no telling what might happen. It could be someone playing a prank on you, but why? And how are they getting away with it? The snowmen can’t be moving on their own, right? It doesn’t help that when the weather warms a bit and they begin to melt, they morph into hideous, frightening monstrosities. Somehow, even those seem to be stalking you, right until they completely melt and disappear.
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It was cold. It was sooooooo coooooold!
It was wet and cold! It just wasn’t Mel’s kind of weather, not with the chill making the snow, aka the wet, stick around. The cat didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all! He was not made to be such a ‘wild’ cat. Sleeping in the streets, stealing food, fighting with stray dogs, and running from animal control. It just felt wrong. Just so, so wrong. He wanted to find a warm place to just stay. Someplace that had someone who would feed him and provide a warm lap when desired. A spot that would give him access to the TV remote or even better, have a gaming system he could play. Like one of those touch screen things or a movement sensor. He had seen those ads for the VR thing and it looked so cool! He wanted one of those! He wanted to play it and swing around imaginary swords, swatting musical blocks. Or play on that Switch system where you could get others to play with you too. He wanted fish for lunch and pizza for dinner. He wanted fresh water that didn’t come from public parks or puddles. It stunk.
It stunk, it stunk, it stunk, it stunk, it stunk. IT. ST. UN. K!
He hated it!
The large guardian cat lamented his lack of yummy food, warm bed, and entertaining television while shlumping around a small minefield of snowmen that dozens of kids had made in the only open space in that particular part of the city. There were like two trees so it had to be a park but the leafless trees looked rather mournful and was no kind of park as far as the cat was concerned. Parks should have things like swings and slides, trees and bushes, bathrooms and food carts. Huge green spaces rather than this sad, sad blank spot that was covered in snow, and snowmen… although that one had to be a lady snow…woman? The extra balls on its ‘middle’ ball made that pretty clear even to Mel. Strange.
He continued along his way not paying any attention, making his way across the city as only the guardian cat knew how, hitching rides on trucks. Snowmen were everywhere. Kids were everywhere. And snowwomen. Apparently.
The large cat paused when he spotted a female snowperson once again, two days later, and cocked his head as he eyed the frozen figure. It looked so familiar. Like the one from yesterday by the pizza place. Or the one from the park, or the one at the library. He had actually seen lots of women snow critters over the last few days. Frowning, the cat walked over and gave the frozen water a sniff only to just walk away when he didn’t pick anything up other than dirt and general ‘city’ smell. Loud laughter had him turning around to see what it was, it was just a kid playing, but what caught his golden gaze was that snowwoman. She was facing him. He knew it had been facing the other way since it had been facing the coffee place and now it was facing just some random house.
Creepy.
After a moment of thought, or rather lack thereof, the cat just shrugged it off and continued along his way. The same snowperson wasn’t showing up all over the city. She wasn’t following him with her stony eyes. She couldn’t move. She was made of snow. She also didn’t show up for a few days after he muttered ‘yellow snow’ as he sauntered past her one day. She totally wasn’t related to Frosty.
Besides Mel was more interested in filling his own belly and finding warm places to sleep. Didn’t matter how many ‘top heavy’ snowmen were made in the city to Mel. Didn’t matter at all.
