My Speeding Heart

Friday Fictioneers is on Facebook hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. You can read other stories or join in and write your own at A complete story in 100 words in response to a photo prompt.

photo prompt by Douglas McllRoy


Your nails are nothing like my claws. Your heart is steady.

This is the one place you let me fly: window-lit, tree-less. Full of the tools you humans grow: pliers and torches and the ancestors of the new sound machine that sits in honour on the sideboard.

You think I am getting tamer. (‘so calm, so still’).

I am not.

You dream of flying, humans do.

I dream you leave the window open. Your fingers steal the beat of my speeding heart but it doesn’t belong in your chest. You must go rushing after it, crashing on the floor.


14 thoughts on “My Speeding Heart

  1. I don’t generally go for anthropomorphised animals. But there’s nothing Disney about this, and your animal is a metaphor for human relationships. Well done!

  2. Dear Rachel,

    I dream you’ll leave the window open. As Neil has pointed out, the metaphor of human relationships. Some are suffocating at best, aren’t they? Nicely done.



    1. Dear Rochelle, thank you. I think some of the HW horror has seaped in here. I didn’t realise at the time.

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