Flash Fiction

It was common knowledge that he had lost his mind. Everybody in the institute had heard about it. Which was a surprise to him and to his cat. They both agreed, his mind was still where he had left it. He opened his private cupboard and of course, it was still there. Where he had left it.

As he stared at what he knew was his mind. The cat jumped up and whilst purring vigorously licked at the contents of the cupboard. When the cat had finished licking, he closed the cupboard door and he and the cat set off to find the institute director.

Whilst he rapped at the director’s door, he made noises with his mouth. Not intelligible sounds, a tuneless humming. The door opened slowly. The director smiled, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the cat. The tuneless humming became a howl and he returned meekly to his room.