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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Retreat (as in quiet time away) (08/01/05)

TITLE: The Purple Kitty
By Amy Michelle Wiley
08/07/05


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For some reason Pricilla Ainsworth couldn’t explain, she found herself standing in the backyard of the house she had spent her youngest years in, staring at the neighbor’s gaudy fountain. She stepped over and looked closer at it. The water pouring over the fake, brightly-colored stones had been an endless source of fascination for a six-year-old.

“May I help you?”

Pricilla jumped and turned with flushed cheeks toward the older woman standing on the porch of the neighbor’s house. “I’m sorry. I used to live next door. I was just--”

The lady looked pleasant enough, although why, Pricilla couldn’t say, since there was a strange woman in her backyard. But the lady was studying her thoughtfully. “What’s your name?”

“Pricilla Ainsw--”

“Cilla!” the woman cried. “I can’t believe it! I am Madolyn.” Madolyn continued speaking, seeming content to let Pricilla stand speechless, trying to connect the woman before her with a remembered face. “I’m sorry you missed Mother. She passed away just a week ago.” Madolyn wiped her eyes. “Would you come in for a minute?”

It seemed rude not to oblige, so Pricilla followed. As she stepped over the threshold, she was acutely aware of her high heels and dress suit that stood in stark contrast to the pink sandals and shorts that accompanied the memory of this house.

Turning to survey the blue kitchen, Pricilla caught sight of a yellowed paper and a bit of purple sticking out from under a stack of papers. She gave it a tug and gasped. The crayon drawing of a purple cat brought sudden, sharp memories.


“I’m going to draw Mrs. Bythe one more picture before we move, okay, Mamma?” Cilla spread crayons and paper out on the floor and studied them. Her daddy had read her a story in the Bible that had the color purple in it. Purple was an important color, he’d said. Then Cilla’s gaze fell on her cat, Minnie, who had crawled in her lap when she had been sad about moving. Yes, a purple kitty was just the thing to comfort Mrs. Bythe if she got lonely.

Cilla took her time making the drawing just right. She added wavy whiskers and lots of long purple hair. At the bottom she proudly wrote her name.

“All done!” Cilla skipped happily next-door.

Mrs. Bythe’s adult daughter Madolyn opened the door. “Cilla! I’m glad you came over before you left.”

Mrs. Bythe was watching TV. Madolyn hollered over the noise, “Mother! Cilla’s brought you something.”

“You’re interrupting my show,” Mrs. Bythe frowned. But she didn’t complain when Madolyn turned down the volume.

Cilla handed the paper to the woman. “It’ll keep you company after I move,” she explained.

“Thank you,” Mrs. Bythe muttered grudgingly.

“Good bye!” Cilla beamed and skipped back to her house.



“We missed you so much when you moved away,” Madolyn was continuing as she poured iced tea. Pricilla wondered how much of the conversation she had missed. Madolyn looked up. “You know your visits and pictures meant a lot to Mother.”

Pricilla gave a short laugh and Madolyn nodded. “Oh, I know Mother didn’t show her emotions. But she really enjoyed you.”

Perhaps Pricilla had been able to believe that as a child, but now....

“Cilla, I want you to see something.”

Curious, Pricilla followed Madolyn down the hall.

Madolyn put her hand on the doorknob of a room. “Mother wasn’t able to get out of the house easily, so she created her own little getaway. She filled this room with the things she loved.”

“A personal retreat room.” Pricilla nodded, but she wasn’t prepared for the sight that met her eyes. The walls were a dusty green and lace curtains flowed down the widow. Bright potted flowers covered the windowsill. A hand-crocheted blanket was draped over an armchair with a toy kitten curled on the seat. But it was the pictures that surprised Pricilla the most. They were of bright-eyed children playing with their pets, and right there on the back wall, with a real wooden frame around it, was one of Pricilla’s own crayon drawings.

Pricilla did not understand. The playful grace of this room just did not match the scowls of Mrs. Bythe.

“I wish she had let more people see this side of her.” Madolyn brushed away a tear. “But I wanted you to know, Cilla, that you really were a friend to her. Next time someone frowns at you, remember that hearts are not always as they seem.”


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Dixie Phillips 08/08/05
I absoluetly loved this story! The last line is PROFOUND! OH MY!!!!!! I sure hope you get lots of comments because this one is a winner in my book! Yummy! Delicious!
J. C. Lamont08/09/05
Very cute story. Now I am wondering about all the grumpy elderly people in my childhood neighborhood.
Beth Muehlhausen08/09/05
Very, very touching. I know someone in my family who fits the description of this difficult old lady - who actually had a sweet and childlike heart. This story inspires me to trust God for heart-level relationships rather than surface ones. Well done!!
Debra Brand08/10/05
Awwww. Very poignant. Good story.
Anthony Tophoney08/11/05
I liked your use of beats to support dialogue and help convey the scene. Catchy title too.

I love a positive ending that gives cause for reflection. It's really what seperates this site from the rest of the secular schlog out there. Thanks for a good read!
Shari Armstrong 08/12/05
Very nice -good characters.
Suzanne R08/12/05
Very touching. And it was well written, with a solid message as well. Well done!
Sandra Petersen 08/12/05
An excellent message! I have known a few Mrs. Blythes in my lifetime. And I have had people come to my door asking if they could take photos of our house (its over 100 years old) because a grandparent lived here at one time. Good job.
Sally Hanan08/12/05
Well thought up story.
Maxx .08/13/05
Nice story. Well thought out with a nice emotional tug. Thanks!
Joanne Malley08/14/05
You conjured a cute story! Very nicely done. :)