I just remembered something I wanted to write about several weeks ago, so I thought this may be a good occasion to bring this thought up again and to share it with possible readers. This could fit into a new section you might call "ideas for stories that I finally never en up properly writing", or
IFSTIFNEUPW, as you like.
I was walking down a corridor inside a very small veterinary hospital, waiting for the serum on Tiza reached its end, it was past midnight I think, and it was pretty silent and quiet, except for the occasional barking of a lonely cute dog somebody had encounter on the street and brought there so they may find its owner. The thing was that I was looking things there, they have a kind of pet shop there on the front, all dark and closed at that time, and a black male cat, called "Carlos" walking by, like doing his shift. Then it made me think of that character (the cat), who lived there and all the nasty things he has to see every day, and every night, and the silent presence he has, always seeing every thing, hearing every thing. He now walks to the door with the open sign indoor-side, and stares at the night, with the looks of an old caretaker, or maybe a aged policeman waling down old London streets on gloomy nights I imagined. The hospital is exactly besides the railways, so when a train passes it all trembles warmly, and Carlos looks at me. You hear some big dog in the back moaning subtly. And Tiza moved her leg just a big. The man on shift is in the back too, resting, reading, I don't know. The serum is over, and Tiza is gotten down the stretcher. He puts her funny surgical clothes, and we're off to go. In that moment Carlos looks at the front door, and we hear the doorbell. An old woman with a cat in her arms, his face all cover in blood and one particular eye in pretty bad shape, the cat moans and screams. A young man was with her, and talks quickly to the vet. We close the door behind us, and Carlos looks at me again, then, slowly, turns around, and starts walking down the corridor behind the newly arrived.Anyway, I just think it might be good for a short story to be told from the point of view of that cat. I still don't have one myself, but you can imagine one for the time being. I'm not very good describing the weird ambience there, with the train, and the night and the animals and such, but it was pretty well worth a try. I hope you liked reading it.
