She smiled at him innocently as he picked up the kitten. She didn’t hate cats but she wasn’t particularly fond of them, tolerated them really, only because toleration was the only affection she could really convey to those tiny feline creatures.
Fond memories of a tiny black kitten named Peanut Butter sifted into her head as she tried desperately to forget. She never ever found out Peanut Butters gender but Peanut Butter seemed a uni sex enough name as opposed to Oprah which was her next option.
He picked up his kitten with such tenderness and studied her as if her personality was vividly displayed by her every move. Her face revealed hidden emotions only he and other cat lovers could really decipher, she stood there like a dead duck feeling very artificial for saying “Ah how cute.” and cursed herself for sounding like an idiot.
What she really wanted was to let him know that she cared about things that he cared about purely because she cared about him.
He put the kitty down and it played by his feet purring for more attention.
She almost felt like she was intruding on this world he transported himself to, him and his kitty and she felt awkward.
He disappeared into the kitchen and she patted the kitty on her head between the ears and it purred.
He returned with a glass of juice and she realized she was thirsty and dropped the Nine West bag Nine times fuller than it needed to be.
He slipped his hand into hers and it felt sticky and moist. It didn’t matter really and he stared at her with adoration just as he did a few minutes ago with the cat.
Adoration is what most women yearn for. That feeling of being admired like a Goddess somehow comforts the wickedness and message the media infringes on us for not being, thin and pretty enough. That gaze seemed to comfort that endless nagging magazines message of imperfection, an adoptive mother who constantly pointed out her inadequacies and the real mother who just didn’t care from the start.
She shook that negative thoughts off her like dandruff on a black Melton coat and he kissed her hand and gestured her to sit. They lay there in each others arms with the cat at their feet watching a movie without any sound, the remote not found.
He kissed her again, on the tip of her nose and she closed her eyes to receive it.
When she opened her eyes he was gone and the purring kitten was at her feet.
His death was sudden and they said almost painless.
When he rushed in front of a car to save her Peanut Butter.
1 comment:
Its painless becos of the sacrifices he made.
and he will come once awhile in her imagination to accompany her when she's lonely. it shouldnt be a sad occasion whence he come.
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