Chrissy and Jason were at their grandmother’s house, helping to clean up the large, old building she’d lived in for the better part of her adult life. They worked while Ellie, their grandmother, supervised them. Then, having finished with the upper levels of the home, they took a break to have a snack and watch a little TV before heading down to tackle the basement. Ellie, though normally fairly spry for a woman in her late 80s, began to feel her age and stayed behind to take a short nap while the two siblings worked.
Chrissy and Jason stood at the bottom of the steps and looked around. They got the feeling they had their work cut out for them down there. The basement was covered in dust and cobwebs and didn’t appear to have been cleaned in years. The wooden shelves along the walls and the small table in the center of the room were so covered in dust, they looked more white than brown. As the two stepped forward to tackle the dusty mess, a mouse scurried across the room from one shelf to another, and Chrissy let out a small shriek. Jason rolled his eyes at her and told her to get to work.
They spent the better part of an hour sweeping the floor and dusting the shelves and all the various things stored on them. As they neared the back wall, Chrissy noticed a beat up old shoe box stored way back on the top shelf. Curious what was in it, she reached up was not quite able to reach it, so she asked Jason to get it for her.
The two of them took the box over to the table and opened it. Inside were dozens of old letters addressed to their grandmother, many of them in ratty old envelopes postmarked from overseas. Chrissy gently opened one and started to read the letter inside, but quickly blushed and put it away. She did notice who the letter was from, though, and her curiosity was piqued even more. “I think Grandma should see this,” she told Jason.
The two took the shoebox upstairs to the living room, where Ellie was once again awake and was sitting on the couch, watching the TV. Chrissy and Jason sat down beside her and showed her the shoe box.
“Oh, my!” Ellie said as she looked at it and the contents. “I haven’t seen this box in so long!”
“What is it, Grandma?” Chrissy asked. “And who was John? I thought Grandpa’s name was Mitch.”
Ellie read a letter in silence with a wistful smile appeared on her lips. As she finished, tears welled up in her eyes. She looked up at Chrissy and Jason. “John was my first love,” she told them. “These are letters he wrote to me long ago.”
“Who was he?” Jason asked.
“We met when we were teenagers. We were very much in love, and had planned to marry. But he got drafted and had to go fight in the war. He wrote to me as often as he could while he was there, and I looked forward to getting his letters. But then, the letters suddenly stopped coming, and I eventually found out he died in battle. I was heartbroken. I boxed up all the love letters he’d sent me when we were courting and the letters he sent me during the war, and put them away. I would occasionally take them out and read them again, to keep his memory alive. But eventually, I moved on.”
“And then you married Grandpa?” Chrissy asked.
“A couple of years after John passed, I met and married Mitch. I loved Mitch very much, but John has always held a special place in my heart.”
Ellie took out another letter and started reading it. Chrissy and Jason sat silently with her, supporting her, as she relived her past.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “letter”:
Happy Star Wars Day! May the 4th…er, Force, be with you.
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Bright sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room with its warm yellow glow. Sally, who was sitting at her desk, paused from writing on her computer when a ginger ball of fur jumped up beside the computer and started to walk across it.
Sally sighed, gave the cat a quick pat, then picked it up and set back down on the floor. The cat stared indignantly at her with its yellow eyes.
“I know, Freddie,” Sally told him. “I know. You’re hungry. I’ll feed you in a few minutes, okay? Just let me finish this up real quick.”
The cat blinked at her for a few moments, then sauntered off. Sally stretched in her chair, started to type again, but found she’d lost her train of thought. So she got up and went over to the window. She stared out at the trees of small woods behind her house for a moment, then started to open the window to let in some fresh air. As she did, a small yellow blur moving out among the trees caught her eye. She watched it for a moment, until she realized the blur was actually a small yellow kitten stumbling along among the underbrush.
Sally hurried outside. Freddie watched from the window as Sally ran across the backyard to where the yellow kitten was. Sally knelt beside it and saw it was a very young kitten, not even 8 weeks old yet. It looked dirty and a little underfed. It mewed weakly up at her as she studied it. Sally glanced around, wondering where it had come from and if its mother or any other kittens were near. She didn’t see any, so she picked it up and carried it with her as she searched the woods.
Sally searched for a while, but didn’t go too deep into the woods as she didn’t think the kitten could have come from very far away. But not finding any other kittens or the mother cat, she decided to take the kitten home with her and care for it.
When she got home, she gave the kitten some food and bath, where she found that the kitten was a boy. She decided to call him her “yellow fellow” until she could come up with a more appropriate name.
Once the kitten was clean and well fed, she took him into the living room, where she made him bed from the pillows on the couch and settled him on the floor beside her desk so she could keep an eye on him as she worked. She’d take him to the vet in the morning to get him checked out.
The kitten slept peacefully as she typed away. Fred, the ginger tom cat, who still hadn’t been fed, came into the room and walked over to the desk. He started to jump on it, then noticed the bed of pillows and sleeping kitten. He crept over to it, gave the kitten a sniff, then glared indignantly at Sally with his yellow eyes as if to say, “Why?”
The kitten turned over and started softly purring. Fred sat and watched it for a bit then, slowly, he gave it a small lick on the top of its head. Then he jumped up on the desk and started walking on the computer keyboard again.
Sally sighed. “All right, Fred. All right. Dinner time.”
This post part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “Why/Y”:
In honor of Al Pacino’s birthday today:
“You’re only as good as the chances you take.” – Al Pacino
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