Ethnicity … I don’t really want to write about it. It is a group of people from one particular area – Germans, Russians, Southerners, New Yorkers, and so on. But I am really not full of any knowledge about any ethnic group. So instead I will talk about…
My new cat named Clive. We just got him yesterday at the shelter. He hid all night last night. Slowly ventured out today and has even navigated the stairs a couple of times. The little princess we already had is not sure at all about him. She has hissed a couple of times but doesn’t seem too bothered by him. He is black and white and camera shy so far, but I will get him soon. He will hopefully help me fill my days with a little activity. Especially when he hides, and I have to search all the tiny spaces in the house to find him.
The other thing is my heart is not really focused on writing. It is breaking all over again as, technically today (since it is after midnight), is the one-year anniversary of my Dad’s death. His birthday was the 13th and he died on the 26th. I miss him SO MUCH! Then out of the blue a friend sends a picture of a snow sculpture of snow sharks. My dad wrote many letters to his shift when he would go on vacation and almost always had snow sharks in the letter somewhere. I don’t know if she realized it was one year since he died or not. But looking online for the picture source I did discover there were two (classics I am sure) movies made about snow sharks. One called Snow Sharks and the other is technically Avalanche Sharks. I should find them on Netflix or somewhere and watch them in honor of Dad. He was into all those cheesy B movies. I’d give anything to watch them with him.
I have mumbled on enough. Time to feed both cats and go try and sleep. Good night!
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – ethnicity
She could only see his profile but there was something familiar about him. She looked far too long at him and as if he sensed her staring, he turned to look at her. She gasped in shock when she saw him head on. It was a friend from her past. One who had helped her through a very difficult time, when she separated from her husband and filed for divorce.
A sudden look of recognition showed on his face and she knew he remembered her. She had always wondered what had happened to him Now was her chance to reconnect with him. They had once been so close she thought of him as a baby brother.
She started walking towards him trying to not show how excited she was to see him again… she didn’t want to scare him off. She got close enough to extend a hand and he shook it. “Long time no see Sara.”
“A long time indeed. I have missed you. What are you up to these days?”
He began to fill her in on his life and she felt so at home next to him. She wondered if he would ever realize how much his friendship had helped her back then. An open ear to talk to and a hand to hold onto for a little strength.
They sat at their table in the bar and talked for over an hour when he said he had to leave.
“Oh, Dave it has been so good to talk to you. Please let’s not make it another 2 years before we talk again. She stood up with him and gave him a long embrace.
He pulled out of the hug and told her, “Call me, we should do dinner sometime.”
“I would love that.”
She sighed as he walked out the door and she hoped it would not be the last she saw of him.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – profile