The Felinites

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Abby’s POV

        The strange looking creature stands on the beach, looking out over the ocean. She steps on a seashell and bends over to pick it up. She studies the white, swirling shell before pocketing it.

         “Abby,” a voice calls to the creature. The creature turns around and faces a man several feet away from her. “Did you finish repairing my computer?”

         “Yes, of course,” the creature replies and walks toward him. They walk on a grey street lined with buildings that rise high to the sky on one side and another street on the other side. The other street is black, yellow, and white. Huge things run across this street.

         The two beings enter a building much shorter than the ones surrounding it. They sit down at a table and begin their meeting.

         “Here is your computer,” the female creature says as she slides a bag across to him. “It took a while but I managed to recover all the memory and get rid of the virus.”

         “Ah, thank you. And I am sorry that I could not meet you during your office hours at your and your father's work,” the man apologizes. “I just tend to stay so busy.” He hands her a wad of green paper.

         “It is fine,” the girl answers. Then they are approached by another woman. The newcomer has strange yellow eyes and black hair with white streaks.

        Someone is shaking me. “Wake up, Abby,” Pricilla says.

         I blink my eyes open and I wake up to Prissy's bright yellos eyes only inches from my face. “You disrupted my dream,” I grumble as I flip over onto my other side. My head is spinning from the vision. The creature has the same name as I do. It must be me. I fixed a man’s… oh what did I call it? The vision made so little sense to me.

         Priscilla shakes me again and I huff in frustration both at her and the dream. “What is it, Prissy?” I ask.

         “Just thought I would tell you that I am leaving now,” she answers, unfazed by my bitter mood.

         “You are leaving so soon?” I ask, slowly sitting up.

         “Yes, I have places to go, people to see,” she replies.

         “Who is more important to see than me?” I inquire, feigning offense.

         She laughs, “Nobody, of course, but I cannot continue to impose on you.”

         “No, no, it is fine. Stay,” I insist. “We never got to talk about the party. Surely you did something fun during all those hours that I could not find you yesterday.”

         She settles back down in front of me. “Are you sure that you do not mind?” she asks.

         “Of course I do not,” I reply.

         “Well, I did not do anything much other than hang out with a friend or two,” she tells me. “But what did you find to get into?”

         “Well, I learned to dance that weird dance that everyone did all night. I switched partners twice. Then Dexter was partnered with me. We both decided we were tired of dancing so we left the party. Then we talked for a while before…”