{"id":5002,"date":"2025-09-22T21:26:41","date_gmt":"2025-09-22T20:26:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/?p=5002"},"modified":"2025-09-22T21:39:03","modified_gmt":"2025-09-22T20:39:03","slug":"meerkat-fiction-the-meet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/?p=5002","title":{"rendered":"Meerkat Fiction: The Meet"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Inspired by this piece<\/a> on Deviant Art, by Asfodelo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019d watched her sit in the little, dingy booth, gnawing absent-minded on some spicy chicken wings (he\u2019d recognise that smell anywhere). He\u2019d never quite been brave enough to order anything from the menu in the disrespectful diner, least of all something that could be smothered in hot sauce, but she\u2019d picked apart the wings to find all the actual meat, and sat there with a bored expression as she ate, then pulled pieces of bird flesh from between her teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After watching discretely for a few minutes, he took a stroll over to the \u2018table\u2019 where she sat, and ignored how the crate underneath him creaked as he sat down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNot hot enough for you?\u201d He drawled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing ever is.\u201d She replied without looking at him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He gestured at the pile of bones. \u201cYou know, rumour says this place doesn\u2019t actually serve chicken.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cRumour is, I don\u2019t care, it\u2019s food.\u201d She said as she leaned back against the booth. \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust to make some polite conversation\u2026\u201d He smiled. \u201cAnd I have to admit to a mild curiosity to what\u2019s in those two black bags you brought in here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh these?\u201d Her jet black spiked hair took on a strange blue aura from the neon light behind her. \u201cWhat\u2019s in these is a case of mind your own business mister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He put his hands in the air. \u201cOh I ain\u2019t threatening to steal them missy. I was just intrigued, is all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t wanna be. You don\u2019t want to see me sitting here, trust me. You wanna go home and forget you ever saw me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He lowered his hands and placed one on the table. \u201cWhy, you bad news?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She smiled. It was not a pleasant image. \u201cThe worst. Armageddon rides on my shoulders.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd why is that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBecause the world outside you see now, with all the death and destruction and the people hurtin\u2019\u2026 that was just a foreshadowin\u2019. What\u2019s in these bags, it\u2019ll doom anyone \u2018cept me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs that so?\u201d He leaned forward. \u201cWell see now you have my curiosity at a peak. How can one little lady, who by all accounts is alone, sittin\u2019 in one grungy diner, be the bringer of death, with two black sacks?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She leaned forward too. \u201cBecause this \u2018little lady\u2019 has brought death before, in ways you cannot begin to imagine. People who crossed me, who tried to hurt me, they didn\u2019t live long enough to learn. People who try to stop my work, they wish they were dead.\u201d Her eyes were harsh. \u201cYou wanna leave now, and you don\u2019t wanna look back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A cold shiver had run down his spine, despite the stifling humidity. Her voice, her face, but most of all her eyes, spoke of an evil he didn\u2019t dare comprehend. He rose without another work, gave the bags one last suspicious look, and turned and walked away, leaving the woman alone once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Inspired by this piece on Deviant Art, by Asfodelo. He\u2019d watched her sit in the little, dingy booth, gnawing absent-minded on some spicy chicken wings (he\u2019d recognise that smell anywhere). He\u2019d never quite been brave...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":819,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[10],"tags":[120],"class_list":["post-5002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-author-stuff","tag-writing"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/10\/image-93.png","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5002","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5002"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5002\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5005,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5002\/revisions\/5005"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/819"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/meerkatmusings.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}