Lady Feeding the Cats
The wind whipped her tattered, faded dress around her legs, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. She continued trudging along the gravel road, the sharp rocks cutting through her thin, worn shoes, whilst the clashing of waves and rustling of trees was heard in the distance. A thick layer of fog clouded the path in front of her as the icy wind blew a few wisps of thin, grey hair around her face. Birds were starting to sing as the sun began to rise above the mountains behind her. Run down houses lined the path every now and then, eerily watching the woman limp along. Grey, mouldy paint was peeling away from the houses that used to be pristine white, and wooden porches were being eaten away at.
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Cries and whines greeted her as she reached her destination. Little balls of fluff and fur surrounded the woman, desperate to feed their starving bodies. The woman stumbled over the cats to a large rock, easing her aching joints as she sat down. She let out a long sigh, picking up a ginger cat that was missing a leg. “Good morning, Oliver. How’s mummy’s favourite boy?” She cooed in a shaky, high pitched voice. Her fingers combed through tangled fur, picking out leaves and prickles, as the cat rubbed against her. The group of cats were surrounding her feet, desperately trying to reach the bag of food dangling above their heads. The woman sighed, putting Oliver down gently and opening up the meat bag. She wished she could bring them all to her home, feed them, pamper them, give them a great nine lives. But she couldn’t. She didn’t have the money, the home, the ability to care and protect these loving cats as if they were her own children that she never …show more content…
The woman stood beside the crisp white bed, clutching her husband’s hand as if it were her lifeline. He had been unconscious for days, yet he was still fighting for his life. She had barely slept, eaten or showered in the past week and she was beginning to look like a zombie. She didn’t care, because the love of her life was about to leave this world, about to take his last breath. The beeping of the heart monitor started slowing, she froze, realising that this was it. She didn’t notice the doctors rush in, or family and friends crying in the background. It was just the two of them. She hugged her husband to her chest, tears trailing down her cheeks. She sobbed, muttering the word ‘no’ over and over again. “Time of death: 11:34am.” A deep voice called throughout the room sullenly. Her muttering became grief filled screams as she lost the person she loved most in the world.
The woman sobbed quietly, her heart aching for her lost husband. Although it had been nearly fourty years, she was still grieving, still in love. She wished she could rewind time. If only they could have saved him. How different would things be? What if she had tried to move on, tried to find love again? Although the thought of loving someone other than her husband hurt, maybe then she wouldn’t be all alone, not knowing what to do with herself for the rest of her life. The stray cats were the only thing she had left to hold onto
The wind whipped her tattered, faded dress around her legs, carrying the salty scent of the ocean. She continued trudging along the gravel road, the sharp rocks cutting through her thin, worn shoes, whilst the clashing of waves and rustling of trees was heard in the distance. A thick layer of fog clouded the path in front of her as the icy wind blew a few wisps of thin, grey hair around her face. Birds were starting to sing as the sun began to rise above the mountains behind her. Run down houses lined the path every now and then, eerily watching the woman limp along. Grey, mouldy paint was peeling away from the houses that used to be pristine white, and wooden porches were being eaten away at.
She reached the end of the …show more content…
Cries and whines greeted her as she reached her destination. Little balls of fluff and fur surrounded the woman, desperate to feed their starving bodies. The woman stumbled over the cats to a large rock, easing her aching joints as she sat down. She let out a long sigh, picking up a ginger cat that was missing a leg. “Good morning, Oliver. How’s mummy’s favourite boy?” She cooed in a shaky, high pitched voice. Her fingers combed through tangled fur, picking out leaves and prickles, as the cat rubbed against her. The group of cats were surrounding her feet, desperately trying to reach the bag of food dangling above their heads. The woman sighed, putting Oliver down gently and opening up the meat bag. She wished she could bring them all to her home, feed them, pamper them, give them a great nine lives. But she couldn’t. She didn’t have the money, the home, the ability to care and protect these loving cats as if they were her own children that she never …show more content…
The woman stood beside the crisp white bed, clutching her husband’s hand as if it were her lifeline. He had been unconscious for days, yet he was still fighting for his life. She had barely slept, eaten or showered in the past week and she was beginning to look like a zombie. She didn’t care, because the love of her life was about to leave this world, about to take his last breath. The beeping of the heart monitor started slowing, she froze, realising that this was it. She didn’t notice the doctors rush in, or family and friends crying in the background. It was just the two of them. She hugged her husband to her chest, tears trailing down her cheeks. She sobbed, muttering the word ‘no’ over and over again. “Time of death: 11:34am.” A deep voice called throughout the room sullenly. Her muttering became grief filled screams as she lost the person she loved most in the world.
The woman sobbed quietly, her heart aching for her lost husband. Although it had been nearly fourty years, she was still grieving, still in love. She wished she could rewind time. If only they could have saved him. How different would things be? What if she had tried to move on, tried to find love again? Although the thought of loving someone other than her husband hurt, maybe then she wouldn’t be all alone, not knowing what to do with herself for the rest of her life. The stray cats were the only thing she had left to hold onto