Porcos Subscription Story

November 23, 2024

Porco glared at the crowds standing in his way. Too many people. All of them standing exactly where he needed to be.
He took a deep breath. It was all right. One moment at a time. Then he could grab his doughnut and head home. No one needed to get hurt.
Porcos reached into the pocket of his coat to where the tiny black cat was curled up asleep. Its soft fur was a balm against the rising stress of being out and about, and he was glad he’d found the little creature prowling around outside the coffee shop.
Something to care for. That would keep his mind off the other beast prowling under his skin, waiting to be unleashed.

February 2025

“Apple cinnamon tea and a sour cream glazed?” the barista called.

Porcos grabbed the bag and the cup and hurried out of the café into the rainy afternoon. The cold droplets trickled down the back of his neck, under his collar. He shivered against the discomfort, and a low growl echoed in his head as the beast within responded to the irritant.

Porcos drew another breath and reached into his pocket to pet the kitten. Who bit him.

“Ow!”

“Well,” came a tiny voice, “don’t poke me in the eye.”

Porcos froze and looked around. No one else stood out on the rainy street.

He peered into the pocket. Had the cat just spoken to him?