Catflower Comforts (
non_plot challenge #31 - privacy)
(A little backstory, self-contained, from
7sinsspinning. )
At the end of a dimly lit street, around a corner and behind a grove of trees with red leaves that fluttered delicately in the wind, there was a house.
It was an old house, and unlike the others in the neighborhood was designed in a kind of Victorian style; lots of gables and towers and crumbling bricks and a flowering climbing plant that covered the largest west facing wall and held the stones together with its long tendrils, and a porch that seemed to sag if you so much as looked at it in a disapproving manner.
In the house lived seven sisters of unlikely name and unlikelier vocation who were the darkest of southern belles, like the poisonous catflower that opens at dusk and spills its sticky pollen over the night wind to burrow into the skin of the unsuspecting traveller, leaving them (if they're lucky) paralyzed to die of exposure and starvation before the young pods grow teeth and feed upon their kill.
This is not the story of the catflower. But the catflower and the creatures that live in the dark house are not without certain similarities.
( Continued. )
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At the end of a dimly lit street, around a corner and behind a grove of trees with red leaves that fluttered delicately in the wind, there was a house.
It was an old house, and unlike the others in the neighborhood was designed in a kind of Victorian style; lots of gables and towers and crumbling bricks and a flowering climbing plant that covered the largest west facing wall and held the stones together with its long tendrils, and a porch that seemed to sag if you so much as looked at it in a disapproving manner.
In the house lived seven sisters of unlikely name and unlikelier vocation who were the darkest of southern belles, like the poisonous catflower that opens at dusk and spills its sticky pollen over the night wind to burrow into the skin of the unsuspecting traveller, leaving them (if they're lucky) paralyzed to die of exposure and starvation before the young pods grow teeth and feed upon their kill.
This is not the story of the catflower. But the catflower and the creatures that live in the dark house are not without certain similarities.
( Continued. )