CharlieA Story by jen -- JGWhat could happen when you pick up a stranger on a wet and windy night................................
Charlie
A short story or Essay By Jen-JG
It was wet and windy. The rain sleeted down so hard the windscreen wipers couldn’t work. Well, they did work but were worse than useless.
Peering through the sheet of water I struggled to see the side of the road. The worst pea soup fog imaginable would be a walk in the park compared to this!
Seeing a faint glow ahead from the service station I was heading for, I eased the car forward and crawled at a snail pace until I reached the turn off and pulled into a parking bay near the café entrance.
It was a relief not to drive any further and I was looking forward to my weekly treat of a fish and chip dinner.
The torrents of rain eased a little and I made a wild dash for the door, getting inside just as the skies opened again. It was warm inside, so I settled down to a hot coffee while my dinner was prepared. I almost gave in and ate there, because of the rain, but there was a movie I’d been waiting to see coming on TV tonight, so I asked for take away service and included a small hamburger well. I always seem to get extra hungry when the weather is cold and wet.
Luckily, by the time my dinner was ready the rain had eased to a trickle so I dashed to my car and prepared myself for the drive home. After switching on the headlights and putting the car into gear, I backed out of the car space and the headlights shone right on him. I slowed down and pulled to a halt beside him
He was leaning against the light pole and even from where I sat, I could see him shivering. His eyes met mine through the window and there was such pleading there that I felt compelled to open the door and invite him into the warmth of my car.
He was soaking wet and I wondered why he hadn’t got under shelter but then figured he’d probably just arrived as I hadn’t seen him when I pulled into the car space.
I grabbed a blanket from the back seat and wrapped it around him, then invited him to share my hot take away dinner. He was starving and polished of his share very quickly.
He looked so exhausted I decided to take him home with me, and he could decide what he would do in the morning. The weather was expected to be better then and he could move on if he wished, but meantime he’d be safe under cover and warm for the night.
Anyway, we dove home with no problems and I lit the gas heater while he explored my flat. I went into the kitchen to make a hot drink and when I came back he was settled in my old comfortable armchair. I usually sat there just because it was so comfortable. I didn’t suggest he move because he had fallen asleep and I didn’t want to disturb him.
I watched my movie and got ready for bed. He hadn’t stirred at all, so I pulled out a blanket to cover him with and after leaving the heater on low, went to bed.
I half expected to find him gone when I got up in the morning, but no, he was still there.
Charlie and I had our breakfast and as I had already decided to go exploring on my two days off, I invited him to come along with me. We did so many new things and saw so many different places together.
Charlie was so happy and so was I. So much so that I began dreading the moment he would leave. But it didn’t happen. He stayed with me. After a while he came into my room and sat on my bed. I just couldn’t refuse him, so from then that is where he slept. He was such good company and I suddenly realized that since bringing him home with me, I wasn’t lonely anymore.
We were together for several weeks when I noticed that Charlie was getting a bit plump, but then so was I, so we both went on a diet.
One day after work I got home later than usual and he wasn’t there. I called him but no answer. I searched all through the flat and couldn’t find him anywhere.
I was desolate! It had finally happened. Charlie had gone. He had left me. I was heartbroken, and never knew I had so many tears inside me. I cried so much and exhausted I finally fell asleep beside his plate. When I woke in the morning, just for a moment I though I heard him, but no, it was just the wind.
I couldn’t bear the thought of talking to anyone that day, so I took the day off work and stayed huddled into Charlie’s chair, and praying he would come back.
It was almost dinnertime when I heard his voice coming from our room, I rushed in and, there he was, lying in the middle of the bed. His voice was different, something was wrong! I hurried over reaching out to hold him when I saw ………..
…………….………… Oh my God, CHARLIE, what on earth……
Charlie, my darling Charlie was a MOTHER, --------- and to prove it there were five of the sweetest little kittens you ever saw snuggled up between his ---- um ---- sorry, her paws.
And do you know something, -- I am positive that Charlie winked at me.
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Added on April 6, 2008Last Updated on April 6, 2008 Authorjen -- JGMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI enjoy reading, writing and watching movies. There are two adorable cats in our household who give us much pleasure. i enjoy writing poetry of most kinds, rhyme - open verse - and often anything a.. more..Writing
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