“Time will heal everything,” they’d said. She knew that sounded too easy. Some people wondered why she took so long when others forgot so soon. “The healing process is unique for all,” she’d reply. Nobody was satisfied with her progress but she didn’t care. The day she realised that she had moved on, she defined healing as new habit that we are forced into.
She blinked twice. It didn’t seem real. “Come pet her,” her father said. The child moved ahead slowly. The look of wonder was intact. She touched the furry head. She tapped a tiny pink paw. They sat side by side on the floor. Father put the kitten on her lap. She curled up immediately and let out a blissful meow.
She liked pink and green. He preferred greys and browns. Joint shopping trips got on her nerves, but he enjoyed her company. When she wanted to buy him a gift, her eyes hurt looking at the dull colours. He bought her pinks and greens with a smile. Different tastes were alright in his rule book – as long as he could get what he wanted at the dining table. Thankfully, they both liked the same food and drink.
It had been too many months of too many lemons. She was sick of making lemonade. Plus, acidity was no fun. She decided to do something useful with the next lemon to hit her. When it arrived, she squeezed the life out of it – straight into her hair pack.
“May I pat your head?” He nodded so she sat down next to him on the sofa. During the long pat, he yawned twice. She looked at him like he was an exotic toy. “May I hold your hand?” She asked and waited. He stuck out a paw. She admired its softness and pinkness. “Do you like me?” The little girl waited. The object of her affection purred. Then he stood up and stretched before settling in her lap. She had her answer.
Most of this year has been hellish for me. I decided to make myself smile every day with the help of my art. I am an artist of words but I’m having fun drawing stuff that seems to make other people laugh or smile too. Please check out my Facebook page @amusingartbysue for your daily dose of amusement. Oh, Amusing Art is on Instagram too (amusingart).
Let me know if you like my not so artistic art🙂
She rarely smiled. Her teeth were well groomed though. It wasn’t as if she preferred frowning though; her lips just seldom moved. There were people who grinned with their teeth out – she disliked those. Then there were those who knew how to set their upper and lower lips in a cold line. The latter amused her because she thought it was a waste of precious effort. The day she won her award, the audience expected a hint of a smile. Instead, they received the news that she was tied up with some dental surgery.