Brianna a blonde lady in her 70s sat on the dining chair and ate just a morsel from the meal. She had felt lonely since her grandson left for Italy, though she later found pleasure in cultivating flowers, gradually she lost interest in it. She put on a grim face as she chewed the grapes which no longer tasted sweet to her tongue, looking around the living room with luxurious materials that were too sophisticated for her.
'we never had all this in our youth' she said, staring at the remote and wondering which button to press. She walked down to her room and chose to speak to her son on phone.
'grandma, you've called me almost every moment today'
'That's because I have no one to talk to, I have been all alone' she replied.
'the television is there'
'I don't know how that stuff work, the last time I tried watching some movies, I saw some men running with a helmet on their head and knocking people down, it was like a fight, I can't stand such scene'
Brianna couldn't sleep, it was raining and the thunderstorms made her scared. She cuddled herself under her blanket, wishing it will all stop. Just as she was able to get some sleep, she heard a cat meowing, At first, she ignored it and tried to go back to sleep, but the meowing became persistent denying her a peaceful sleep.
'what must have brought a cat out of its shelter tonight' she thought. Reluctantly, she walked down to the door, concentrating a torchlight in the direction of the cry. As she gently walked down the subway, she screamed as she felt a touch on her skin, quickly she flashes the torchlight in that direction. Beside her leg was a cute helpless kitty wet by the rain,
'It must have missed its way' she said, caressing its soft fur.
This is a lovely story, @dwixer. Brianna and the cat both needed someone to love. It was a nice coincidence, the dress with the name "Whinny" on it.
There was a little confusion in the story about whether the person Brianna is calling on the phone is her son or grandson (he calls her Grandma but in the beginning the narrator states that she calls her son). This is a minor issue and you can easily fix it through editing.
There was good psychological insight in the story. When we are lonely, everything looks drab and loses its flavor. When we are happy the world is covered in brighter colors.
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What a sweet story, @dwixer. I think I will insist upon having a cat when I am elderly. They are such a comfort.
I was so amazed by this kitten picture. It looks just like my cat as a kitten! The other amazing thing was that you kept mentioning angels in your story, and my cat was named Angel. Sadly, we lost her this past week. (I wrote a story for the prompt yesterday in her memory!)
Great story. Thank you for posting in The Ink Well.