I chose the picture of my black cat, Locke, looking out the kitchen window for my story prompt this week. This is the product of a twenty-minute sprint and a quick copy-edit.
Midnight had her paws up on the kitchen windowsill so she could see outside. Amanda smiled as she got out of the car and saw her familiar watching for her arrival. She hurried to grab the bags out of the trunk but walked carefully up the steps. It had snowed again today and she needed to clear them off again, maybe put down some more salt to keep things from getting slippery.
Amanda unlocked the door and pushed it open.
“Hello my lovely,” she greeted Midnight, who was now sitting on the counter right beside the front door.
Midnight meowed happily, brushing her head against Amanda’s arm since her hands were full.
Amanda chuckled and set her bags down, petting Midnight with one hand as she closed and locked the door. “All’s well?” she asked.
“No callers or intruders,” Midnight informed her.