I smelled the stale beer and velvet cake long before the park pavilion emerged in dark relief from the blue-green shadows that surrounded it. I raised my muzzle, scenting the air.
Humans; their perfumes, their body secretions, still lingered on the air, like the first tinge of meat going bad. They'd left their scent everywhere. Not that I minded, I'm human too. Most of the time.
It was late. The park I wandered in was empty. I padded onward, eager to finish the game, my paws silent through the short, manicured grass. The pavilion's floor was concrete and my claws tick-tackled as I crossed. My nose led the way to the cake, following the velvet-scented footprints to the garbage can at the far end. Tere it was, a big slice, icing-side down, tread marks squishing the corner flat, the whole of it coverd with ants. Yuck.
I back away, running my long tongue around my muzzle, over my nose, fighting the creepy-crawly feeling tickling under my fur. A hard snort shook my whole head and finally blasted my senses clean. |
Submission Name: Mate
