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Nera and her black cat

There was a dark alley where I've lost my cat and the next day all I could remember from the night that passed was the face of the man that lifted me up from the mud onto his shoulders and carried me into the park where he layed me on the grass from which I woke up.

The damp and the wetness of the grass kept me cold for hours but I couldn't feel it; nor any chill or pungent smell of grass I was breathing in as my sleep had been deep and untroubled during the hours I was asleep.

My parents call me Nera as an abbreviation from Eleonora, that is my name and my story is as such as I don't remember much about my past nor childhood.

Last night I lost Chew my cat, a true companion in nights of loneliness and an annoying trouble maker in busier times where peace and quiet is what I need. Guess we can't educate wild animals as much as we wanted to.

Of course my kitty is well behaved but he runs away from time to time and I might not see him for a week or two until the morning makes it's sunny way into a day, patiently appearing with tranquil steps at the window from which with a jump he makes his way next to my feet purring for forgiveness and of course for food.
This time is different tho. I got a feeling!

To start with the description of my life would be a nightmare as I don't know from where to beggin: I am a creature of the present and my gut guides my next steps like a lantern in the dark. I am the owner of a flower shop that opens at 09:00 o' clock and closes at 19:00 o'clock which entered liquidation some days ago.

Because of my moods I am inclined to get bored easily with things I gained enough knowledge about and experience from so I decided to sell the shop and move to another town.

As I am thinking about it must have been an unwise decision because my cat had disappeared.
You know he vanished like most memories unpleasant and I think this time I won't find him: the 3 year old kat was as old as the shop I started three years ago and I don't believe in coincidences.

He is a black kat and a stubborn one, when I told him I will sell the shop he disappeared and I ran after him chasing some streets away and shouting like a lunatic would do on a full moon, losing my mind and then I fell down in a pille of mud that was left unattended on a public road.

A construction site was repairing a street which has been left disproportionate and unfinished; as they do on a Sunday such is when you want to finish work early and go home. And by that I'm not picking on the unprofessional work ethic disposed but maybe they should have planned this better so a person doesn't have to have an accident in order for them to have a wake up call...and do their job right.

I couldn't get up.
I have drank some sleepy tea containing lavander and camomile before and my body was slowing down as I was running and in a hurry unable to achieve both things at once I was exhausted. It was pouring with rain and foggy which wasn't helping.
Here I am tho.

Good morning to me and is still night, but i feel I have slept for hours.
I will have to leave the kat behind and carry on with my travels with or without him.
Chew I will miss you dearly but I am not waiting for you! I promised myself making my way home.
The face that helped me last night as I remember had blue eyes and a cheeky smile: the man was shaved, dressed in a well fitted suit with a flower in the chest's pocket, what a weird fellow.
I must have looked all spoiled and untidy.

As I got home I looked in the mirror to check upon the remains of last night: my hair was all wet and it looked like I have came from a war fighting in mud but contrary to this the only fights I like are the ones with pillows, the types that are soft and comfy.

My cheeks are red like someone had slapped them: the overall appearance makes for a messy picture. Big green eyes which turn brown in sunlight like a warm coffee full of mystery and inviting now so big and expresive with dillated pupils.

My stature was sinking in the darkness the mud was enhancing, my white dress was torn apart and even the pearl earrings looked like black pearls.

I look like a mermaid drawn from the ocean caught in a pool of mud and agony. My lips are swollen like someone was bitting them so much exfoliated and scratched and I had lost my slipers so my feet got marks from walking back without them.

Not to say the light blode hair I have now was contrasted black, a nightmare.
I realised as I was looking into the mirror after what I have been through and the fall that I must have been really desperate to find the cat, the darn cat.

Is only his fault and how much I must have loved this cat and how lonely I must have been to not imagine a day without him that I ran recklessly without thinking of anything else and it was raining with thunder and I kept going on until the fall.

As I sat down down to cool my breath my heart was pumping faster and faster and tears started falling into my hands as relief: I might not see the cat again and I tried to find him is not that I didn't.

Memories of times when I wouldn't leave the house as the cat was afraid of the sound of thunder and became anxious were coming back to me. In the last year the cat wasn't showing this fear and I thought he will be ok so I wasn't paying extra attention to him and maybe is all my fault. I am not a bad person I was convincing myself looking at the floor in search of a sign that he might come back and by my surprise just discovered a handkerchief which must had been fallen from my underwear.

I took it in my hands and looked at it with intrigue and surprise: the man had put it there while i was asleep and his initials "JK" were all over.
What a weirdo. Now wiping my tears with it as blue was coming off.

There was a number marked on it which has been wiped off by my tears. I couldn't decipher the number and was trying in vain.
I took my make up of mud off with the intention of sleeping as felt drained and exhausted.

While in the mirror I couldn't believe my eyes, like magic my pupills turned brown and I could see in disbelief a phone number on the left cheeck in blue: Jk 07xxxxxx, I wrote it down and took a picture of myself instinctively.
I will call him tommorow! But still I can't believe I could distinguish the whole number on my face but no longer on the handkerchief.

It was alot for the night anyways to think anything further, I wiped my tears once more, cleaned the messy floor and myself with it and fainted in bed slowly as the night got darker. Switched the lights, giving the candle in the room a last glance while I was drifting into sleep: I don't like this night, I started saying while asleep...