Antoine's Curious Collection of Arbitrary Short Stories

Lucky

Today I saw a receptacle of something that I once loved, cherished, lost and forgotten; something that I left knowing what it might turn into when I did. I stare and wait for a rush of emotions that never came. I stare trying to unveil what I should have felt and yet I was left with nothing to offer. It was empty, just like it staring right at me.

I tried reminiscing our shared memories together. I saw it on the streets, fed it and gave it a shelter. I named it Lucky, the cat; once a stray with no name. We've been happy together, sneaking behind my parents back. I'm not supposed to keep Lucky as a pet, my health won't let me but I'm persistent to take care of it.

But one day my parents decided to move in our new house. They didn't know I have Lucky. I never tell them and even if I did it won't change a thing. I didn't bring Lucky with me. I left her inside a box in my room with open windows so Lucky can still go outside. That's why I didn't understand why Lucky is here.

After a year, she's still here, without life, just a skeleton and dried skin, something that I once loved to touch. I don't feel anything, which is weird. I should have cried or at least feel something, but I didn't.

All I can think of is how changes can strike like a lightning yet knowing it does not really changes a thing. Things changes and even if it did, it does not necessarily makes you feel it did. Lucky's dead, and I came back for nothing, I thought again and put it inside a bin.