Adele's Stories

It was a dark and stormy day like any other of it’s kind. With rain pouring down the window pain and lightning lighting up the overcast sky. I sat snuggled in my bay window watching the rain revive the earth, a forgotten book in my lap. I’d always found rainstorms soothing. I didn’t expect this one to be any different. And that was my first mistake.

My second was running outside without grabbing shoes or a coat first. Just me in my tank and shorts in the pouring rain. But Lucy had gotten out again. I could see her from my window. And it was dangerous for her to be out. She was an indoor cat. Every time she went out she came back injured one way or another. The last time we almost lost her. So we tried never let her out again. But oh how she loved to run away.

“Lucy! Lucy!” I called after her desperately. She was my mothers cat. All I had left of her not to mention my best friend. I couldn’t lose her. “Lucy! Lucy!” I called.

I ran through the rain ignoring how soaked and cold I was. My bare feet splashed water up my legs as I ran down the street not paying enough attention to avoid the big puddles.

My voice grew hoarse with yelling and I started to panic. What if I neve found her? What if I did and she wasn’t ok? I stopped and looked around. Somehow I had gotten myself lost. Now what do I do?

I saw something out of the corner of my eye and my heart skipped a beat. There she was, sitting beneath a lamp post bathed in light. I called out her name but she didn’t seem to hear me.

She just turned and ambled her way down the street, not a care in the world. I ran after her but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t seem to keep up with her languid pace. I didn’t have time to process the fact that the light from the lamp post had followed her. She seemed to glow, lighting my way.

I called out again but she continued steadily on. And then… she disappeared. She’d turned a corner and I’d lost her. Fighting tears, I looked around. I was back on my street. I might as well just go home at this point. I trudged my way through the flooded pavement until I reached my house the porch light spilling out onto the street.

And there was Lucy. Sitting on the porch, dry as could be, waiting for me to come home.