Loneliness
Don’t go, she wanted to tell them. I’ll be all alone. No one to fix meals for. No one to hug. No one to love—and I do so love you.
She watched them scamper away, chasing butterflies and grasshoppers. Slowly she closed the door, hoping one of them might run back. But the doorway remained empty.
She brushed her graying hair out of her eyes and blinked back a tear. What to do all day? Nothing but wait.
Nightfall came at last, and she heard them at the door. They’re back, she thought with satisfaction. My kitties are back.
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Love, love, love this!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Belinda, this is so sweet! I love your twist. I thought it was her grandchildren lol!
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Me, too Judy lol I thought it was an awfully sad narrative, until I got to the end.
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Those kitties make it all better, that is, if you like cats!
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Ah, I really like this one Belinda. Our pets are so precious. xo
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Aren’t they, though?
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M M 😀 (those Ms are cat’s ears) 😉
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I feel like that when my youngest son leaves after a 15-20 min visit…..
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