You should always listen to your mother, especially when she tells you not to talk to strangers.
It all started when that little old lady came during the thunderstorm. I don’t care what everyone else says, she came with it! Nobody but me noticed how she zapped down from the sky in a flash of lightening. They didn’t believe me when I pointed out that every time she laughed, thunder echoed outside.
They all thought I was just a little kid. But sometimes kids know things that grown-ups don’t.
Like that sack she came with. Momma said it was burlap. I think it was a carpetbag older than dirt. I couldn’t make out a color, but it had funny letters on the front. It spelled cat.
The lady threw the bag on the sofa and plopped down in Daddy’s armchair. Her hair was the shape of a distorted mushroom and her mouth was a funny bright pink. She could’ve been tall, if she wasn’t so stooped over and she wore red cowboy boots.
She smiled a toothy smile when I finally dared to higher than her gigantic blue necklace. “Now who do we have here?” She creaked the words out, bending as far as she could to see me. “Aren’t you a purty lil’ thang?”
I tried not to bite her wrinkled hands when she pinched my cheek in half. “What’s in the bag?”
The creepy smile disappeared and she suddenly reached over me to snatch it up. “Nuthin’!” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t ya dare try and peek, none, either!”
Now I’m not as smart as DaisyQ, but I know a little somethin’ ‘bout secrets. The best ones are told to everyone.
After she ate, the lady just plain dozed off. I was watced her from behind the sofa when the bag jumped off her lamp and walked straight towards me!
Now I’ve seen a lotta things in my nine-years, but I’ve never seen a bag jump off a chair and run at me! I shoulda run, but I wanted to know what was in it so bad!
It stopped a few feet away and I had to open it. It was one of those drawstring things and by the time I got the knots undone, I was sure someone would catch me.
I opened the bag to find lovely green eyes staring up at me out of an elegant, furry face. A whiskered smile greeted me. “Good evening.” The cat spoke.
I dropped the bag, scooting backwards as fast as I could. Something caught my shoulder. I tried to scream, but couldn’t. A familiar wrinkled hand cupped my chin, turning my face towards hers.
“What’s tha matter child? Cat got your tongue?”
I opened my mouth and nothing came out.
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