Sorry for the delay. I had a rough weekend. My granddad died on Saturday and well, it is what it is.
And now for my entry for the 1k Words BlogFest
Amy watched the snow drift by her window. She could see the ephemeral reflection of her face. It had what her Mom called ” her spaced out look”. Happened whenever her mind went blissfully blank.
“I don’t like it. You look so pathetic when you zone out like that,” her best friend Jody would say every time she caught her with that look on her face.
“But I can’t help it, it’s just…you know, I’m not sad or anything, just looking, that’s all,” Amy would say.
Would, because Amy was alone in her room, except for her hamster Tickles and her tiny yellow eyed cat Zonko. Steam rose from the hot cocoa cup that lay just under her chin. It filled her nose with a sweet warm aroma. She took another zip, careful not to swallow the tiny marshmallows her mother put on her cup every morning since Amy was five. She left them to the end so she could eat them one by one. Mario thought that was disgusting but she did it anyway.
Her mother named him after the race car driver. Which earned him the nickname “The Plumber”. Not that it ever bothered him. Mario was Amy’s best friend. Yes, he could be oh so annoying, as big brothers everywhere are, but he was her brother. Stood up for her in school, was a shoulder to cry on when Brandon Faulkner dumped her in the middle of the dance for that twitchy witch Melissa, and drove her and her friends to the mall when she asked, even as her friends giggled uncontrollably around him.
She glanced at the laptop on her desk. It displayed one email message. “Hey Amy, sorry I couldn’t call you sooner or anything. Been very busy over here this last couple of days. Will be going home soon, in a week or so. Tell Mom and Dad that I love them and don’t tell Suzy, I want to surprise her.”
Zonko tail twitched as he watched Twinkle’s coming and goings inside her cage. Zonko’s spent hours watching Twinkles spin in her wheel or trot across the floor inside her plastic ball, but she fled in terror any time Twinkle roamed free across the floor in Amy’s room. Zonko was not longer a kitten but he was small and light and just as playful at three years old as if he was when Amy first got him at three months of age.
Amy grabbed Zonko by the scruff of the neck and started playing with him. She heard a strange ringing fill the air. She looked at the computer screen.
Did Jody get her IM fixed?
But nothing popped up on the screen. The ring reverberated in her ears. Then she remembered the old doorbell, the one her Mom hated with a passion and hounded her Dad to get rid of for years. Most people used the knocker anyway, so it must be someone she didn’t know. Curiosity dragged her out of her room and down the stairs. Zonko curled up on her shoulder. Before she turned the corner she heard voices and…sobbing. Three men stood around the Dad’s recliner, but it wasn’t Amy’s Dad sitting there, as usual. No, her Dad had his hands on Mom’s shoulder. Two of the men wore dark green uniforms, festooned with little colored bars on the right breast. The third wore a black jacket and matching pants. She sensed that something was wrong, oh so very wrong, but she couldn’t figure out what it was. Then the man in black turned toward her. She saw a flash of white, on his collar. Her eyes focused on it. The man words sounded distant, muzzled, out of place. The others joined in. They talked to her, or about her, but she could not tell.
Zonko’s slipped from Amy’s grasp. She heard a voice babble in a high pitch. “No, NO, NOOOO!” The she ran back upstairs and huddled in a corner underneath the window sill. Sobs rocked her whole frame.
Mario wasn’t coming home.
Mario would never come home.
Her big brother was dead.
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