And another snip of Francis and Frankie. This is from chapter 16, by the way.
The writer opened her eyes. Light poured into the bedroom. Sunlight. She sat up and saw Frankie asleep near her feet. She shook her head. "I thought we would be out this night." Frankie didn't even respond to her words so she went for breakfast.
No response from her cat didn't mean he hadn't heard her. Soon after she'd settled at the table with a mug of coffee, he came into the kitchen and sat down with his empty food bowl. "And the water bowl could do with some attention too," he said. Francis stared at him in silence. He stared back and won. "I suggest you eat a bit more," the cat said after filling himself up.
"Sure. Mind telling me why?" The writer didn't feel comfortable when he spoke that way.
"We may have to go out."
"Of course. In the daylight. What happened to night shift?" she asked.
"Postponed," Frankie said and checked his mostly cleaned out bowl again. Francis asked when they were supposed to go out because she had some things to do. According to her cat these things could wait because there was a matter of life and death awaiting them. "But you can do some of your things before that."
"That is very gracious of you," Francis snorted. She was of half a mind to annoy Frankie with that but he didn't react to her words. On second thought she assumed he agreed with her! He was a cat and it wouldn't be beyond him. She then thought of what she had planned for the day. That turned out to be very little apart from writing, so she sat in the kitchen, watched the garden and scribbled down notes for Flowerface. Slowly the storyline became clear. Flowerface had overcome a few more hurdles that became more and more bizarre and even absurd, and then she found a place to rest, somewhere in the dark near a tree. At that point the note-taking came to a full stop. The writer had to determine what was going to happen next. Flowerface would wake up, and then? Francis looked at the coffee-maker and decided she'd had enough of that for now.
Frankie got up and lazily stretched himself in the way that only cats can. Then he looked up at her. "Time to go."
"It is time to go," he repeated. "You'll need good shoes, a raincoat, a light, a big knife and an axe."
Francis stared at her feline friend. "We have no axe." She frowned. The neighbours might have one. "What on earth would we need an axe for? I'm not going to chop off her head!" Frankie didn't react. He'd said what they would need and that was it.
"You won't need to. I think. Just make sure you have an axe."
Francis worried a bit about that. Well, she worried a lot, but she went to ask their neighbours for an axe. Amazingly enough they had one and let her borrow it. She hauled the thing into the kitchen. "Will this do?"
"As long as you can use it," was the reponse. That was even more worrying because she'd never handled an axe in her life.
Oh. Here's the link to the rest.
Notifying @ellowrites too :-)