Memphis

This week's words are:
gray
fathom
Memphis

The day is gray with the rain pouring heavily down on the cement ground making the house feel cold and eerie. Those dark clouds in the sky covers the earth, blocking out the sun. Shadows are everywhere. The electricity is not out but Mother had lit some candles and turned out the lights. Last time it had rain this hard, the house shook and was swallowed in darkness. Maybe I'm worrying for nothing. Maybe the sky will clear up soon.

I stand there with Mother looking out the front glass door, as the rain slams against the glass and the window panes, creating strange rattling sounds. I almost jump out of my skin. I cannot see what's out there but the shadows cause the tall trees to form unfamiliar shapes on the ground. A chill fills my body. I shiver in my heavy sweater that Mother had put on me a few minutes ago. I whimper quietly. I cannot fathom what's making me feel this way. Mother closes the door tightly but the outside noise is still pounding in the air.

All of a sudden, thunder splashes down onto the town. The loud sound echoes in my ear. Frighten, I ran up the stairs to the bedroom and hide underneath the sheets. In the darkness, my eyes try to focus but all I can seem through the sheets are shapes and shadows. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. I hear someone calling my name. "Memphis...Memphis where are you?" It was Mother. Still under the cover, I try to call out to her but couldn't.

The sheets are lift off me. It's Mother. She lifts me up and holds me close. I can feel the warmth of her body, smell the scent of her lavender perfume. "Did the thunder frighten you?" She asked with those bright brown eyes. She talks to me in a baby-like voice. I whimper and lick her face. She laughs and carries me with her down the stairs. "There's nothing to be afraid of. Look, the clouds are gone now. It has stopped raining and Daddy's coming home soon. Don't you worry." She kisses me on the nose and then drops me to the ground. Yes, the rain has stopped and the sky is blue again. Mother blows out the candles. It is still daylight. Mother turns on the television to her favorite weekly show with some black lady who Mother had said is very, very rich. I jump onto Mother's lap and lay my paws on her knees. Mother strokes me with her gentle hands. I close my eyes and starts to dream.

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