I hope people liked the meme even though it wasn't a proper fic, but now back to the ficcage.
Title: Black cats
Pairing/Characters: Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Stupidity?? Bad writing??
Timeline: Any really.
Words: 165
Summary: Some superstitions can't be denied. Al's love of kitties causes Ed some problems.
A.N: This took longer than it should have. I knew what I wanted to write but I just couldn't seem to get the words to flow. I'm kind of disappointed with it but I wanted to post something for the prompt. I know the title is very unimaginative. I wrote this for the group FMA fic contest on Livejournal.
Ed had never really believed in superstitions. All that spilling salt, walking under a ladder or breaking a mirror nonsense was just that, nonsense. Superstitions had been created by people who didn't have an explanation for something. Science and alchemy could explain everything and Ed was convinced of that.
Or at least he had been. Lying on his back in the middle of the floor with a piece of fish on his forehead was forcing him to rethink his ideas. That whole stupidity about black cats crossing your path causing trouble seemed quite real right about now.
Was it the superstition itself that had brought him to this? Very doubtful. It was more likely to be the result of six black cats curling themselves around his feet as he walked. Those same cats now eating his fish from his forehead, each one purring quite loudly as they wolfed down his dinner.
As he lay there he wondered if there were any superstitions relating to fratricide.