The young girl curled up in her reading chair, cringing at every crash and bang sound that she heard. Her room was dimly light – the old Christmas decorations still hung. Her parents voice droned out as she worked her self into a fit. Her arms were numb and she kept muttering why. Her breath quickened and she had to remind herself to take deep, slow breaths. It’s all going to be okay, diesel. She whispered to her tabby cat. It’ll stop soon. She glanced up hearing a brisk knock on the door. For a second she was worried that it might be her father, asking her once again whom she wanted to live with. She was glad when she saw it was her beloved aunt. The curly-haired women had a sorrowful expression placed on her face. “MaeMae.” She spoke softly, handing tissues to the young girl. “Lets go for a walk..” She shook her head in reply. “Sweety?”
“Can’t leave diesel.” Said the girl, glancing down at the overweight cat that was playing with the ends of a hoodie arm.
“Bring him, he could use a walk to.” The aunt tried to laugh but it came out more as a grunt. The little girl looked from her cat to her aunt who was waiting to hear her answer.
“Okay.” She whispered blowing her nose. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying.
“Great!” Replied the aunt. “You know, I never walked a cat before.”
The young girl laughed, putting a pink sparkly harness and leash on the cat. It just purred and purred.
“Do you think mum will want to come?” Asked the young girl, noticing the house was now still and soundless.
“She’s already outside, waiting.” Said the aunt, reaching for the young girl’s backpack that hung on the wall. “Now let’s go for that walk.”
“Okay, do you think we could down Maple street? I would love to see Ms. Anns horses!”
The aunt smiled and nodded, holding the young girls hand as they met her mother at the top of the driveway. The sun streamed delicately through the tree’s as the birds chirped overhead.
Written by: Alecia Writes
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5 thoughts on “The Walk”
Really enjoyed this piece. Very touching!
I wonder at how this would go? It seems like there is more to walking than intimated here. 🙂
Their certainly is. Thank-you for commenting! 🙂
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