Sadie E-Book

Wayne Kyle Spitzer

• Herausgeber: Wayne Kyle Spitzer
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

He looked up at his apartment window after he’d gotten out of his truck, he didn’t know why, and saw Sadie sitting in the sill, staring down at him, it seemed. Hey, you little psychopath, he thought, as the snow fluttered down and clung to his face. Have you been a good girl? He was relieved to find, a few minutes later, that she had: for nothing appeared amiss either in the kitchen or the living room. The bedroom, too, seemed in perfectly good order—although Sadie was no longer at the window, which did beg the question: Where on earth was she, exactly? He began calling out her name as he moved toward the bathroom, and was surprised by how little his voice sounded, how nervous. “Sadie? Saaadie?” He felt a wave of apprehension as he entered the bathroom, he wasn’t sure why, but was pleased to find it normal in every respect—there wasn’t even any discernible cat box odor. He laughed a little at his own paranoia. What had he expected? ‘REDRUM’ scrawled across the mirror in cat shit?  

Leseprobe

SADIE

by

Wayne Kyle Spitzer

Table of Contents

Title Page

Sadie

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In spite of his fear that he was becoming his father, he had to admit: knowing he would be coming home to her later was nice. He still left the TV on, of course—although he did so now to keep Sadie company rather than to take the edge off a lonesome apartment—and his solitude still got to him on occasion, especially now that the holidays were in full swing, but, mostly, he was just enjoying his little experiment in cat ownership—more so than he would have guessed. He still worried about Bonnie and Clyde—his parakeet and goldfish, respectively—despite the fact that he’d suspended the birdcage from the ceiling and relocated the tank to the highest shelf of the entertainment center; but even that, like his loneliness, had subsided since Sadie’s arrival, mostly because she’d proven to have such a chill temperament.

None of which changed the fact that he’d taken his third step now toward becoming his father, a man who’d never met a stray he hadn’t eagerly taken in and who lived barely a mile away in a house overrun by animals and their odors. A house which, as a boy, had been the envy of his friends—but which now reeked of cat piss and dog excrement ... so much so that it was difficult even to keep caregivers. He’d never understood it, frankly, this need of his father’s (of anyone) to keep and maintain animals—my God, wasn’t life complicated enough? And yet here he was, David E. Smithson Jr., keeping and maintaining animals—a regular chip off the old block, he supposed.

No matter. The fact was he was glad for the company, and he showed his appreciation before heading off to his nightshift the same way he had every night since bringing Sadie home from the shelter—by feeding her some Feline Caviar Buffalo Cat Treats and scratching her behind the ears; after which she purred contentedly and brushed against his leg—covering his uniform with hair, but that was okay. He’d bought a lint roller. And then he was off, locking the door behind him and saying, “Now you be a good girl. No parties.” But if she meowed anything in response, he was unable to  hear it.

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WHEN HE GOT HOME AT 7:30 am, he found Sadie right away—sitting like a fuzzy triangle in the corner of the living room, apparently sound asleep. At least that’s what he’d thought until he knelt beside her and found her not only awake—but staring at the birdcage intently. Nor had she moved so much as an inch as he’d approached, which was unusual in itself.

“Sadie ... Hey.” He snapped his fingers next to her head, twice, and still there was nothing. “Hello? Earth to Sadie?”

At last she came out of it, stirring as if from a trance, and he scratched her behind the ears. “What was that?”

And she growled at him, not hard, and not long, but enough to make him pull his hand back.

“Hey!”

And then she leapt forward, shaking herself, and trotted away from him, padding first into the hallway and then the bathroom, where a moment later he heard her scratching in her cat box.

Well, that didn’t take long, he thought, and laughed a little to himself. The bloom was apparently off the rose.