Clouds rolled by in the sky. They kept on rolling as if they had somewhere to go.
Where are the clouds going...
Yeah, she always asked that. Before she died. She used to ask that question a lot. It didn't matter where.
As Shelbi rose from her bed, she blinked as the sunlight hit her. The dream she had earlier was more normal than most. This one just had her and Viv laughing.
Laughing.
That was such an odd word to use, isn't it? Vivian's gone and laughing is what comes to your head. Nice, real nice.
Shelbi shook her head and sighed, not ready for the day. Not ready for anything, to tell the truth. Her blue gray eyes trailed over to the pictures that Vivian had hung on her wall, years ago.
One was of Shane. His gray fur gleamed in the sunlight while he smiled. His green eyes were hidden by his blond hair.
Another was Vivian and Shelbi. The vixen had her arm slung around the lynx, aiming the camera at them. Shelbi was rolling her eyes with a smile on her face while Vivian’s bright blue eyes showed happiness.
Bright blue…her eyes were dull when she died.
The twenty-one year old lynx sighed and got out of her bed. She cracked her neck before stretching her back. She put on a purple robe and shuffled out of her room before blinking down the hall. Empty.
The lynx’s large ears fell down to her head as her eyes fell to the gray carpet floor. She sighed and walked into the kitchen.
Cigarette smoke soon filled the air. Shelbi looked down at the Tommy gun in her lap. Something her uncle Tommy gave her. Ironic, wasn’t it? Then again, he was in a mafia and known as Tommy Gun, but there’s no point talking about that, is there?
The lynx snorted and laid the gun on the table, hungry. She simply warmed up a chicken breast and ate it. She never really did cook.
The sudden techno sound that hit Shelbi’s ears made her blink up. She reached into her robe pocket and took out her orange and black Samsung. The number was unfamiliar.
She slid it opened and put it to her ear, her other hand holding her cigarette.
“’Ello?” she asked.
“…Is this Miss Smith?” a female voice asked.
“Yea’.” Shelbi said.
Her native southern accent had become more familiar lately…
“Well, you see, Steven has died and a Mister Shane Dockins wanted me to contact and tell you.”
Shelbi blinked. Her half-brother?
“Steven Dockins? Steven Douglass Dockins?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Shelbi breathed out smoke. “You say a Shane Dockins told you ‘bout this?”
“He told me to contact you, yes.”
“He’s my nephew. Where’s the funeral.”
“I’m sorry, you’ll have to talk to Mister Dockins…uh…Junior.”
Shelbi frowned and slid the phone down, hanging up. She took a drag on her cigarette while the lynx thought.
Steven was a wolf and lynx hybrid. Having black fur her golden eyes made him scary while big ears and a long tail made him look funny. Luckily for Shelbi, their mother mated (and married) another lynx when she had her. Same for Shane. His mother was a she-wolf. The only lynx like thing Shane got was that his ears are a little big bigger, but not too much to be noticed.
Shelbi sighed and looked at her address book until she found her brother’s stupid ex girlfriends number. Stupid whore. Shelbi’s never liked her and never will. Not after the way she treated Steven and how she treats Shane.
“Hello?” Ricci answered.
“Hello, Icky,” Shelbi smirked, knowing she could blame it on her meloprism, “this is Shelbi Smith, Steven’s sister, and I just heard he died.”
“Oh, yes, sad.”
Shelbi frowned at how emotionless it sounded. “Where’s Shane?”
“He’s not here-”
Shane’s voice came from the other end. “Mom? Is that Shelbi?”
Shelbi smirked.
Shelbi heard a grumble and smiled when Shane’s voice rang into her ears. She listened to him before asking, “Where’s your dad gonna be buried?”
“Here, in Las Vegas.”
“Figures…”