Grace

This week's words are: Ambiguous, Nine, Slept. This was inspired by photos by Frances at Blogjem. Read other 3WW here.

Grace sits there watching as the white car drives near. She stares at it casually as it slows down near the front porch. Stopping in front of her, the engine shuts off. The car must has been through a lot as indicated by the harsh exterior with its faded white paint and dusty windows. There are sticker signs on the side of the cars shaped in gray paw prints. The early morning sun shines on the windshield creating a small glow around the car.

The driver, a short man in blue with a blue baseball cap, gets out, closes the car door slowly, glances at Grace for a moment, then walks up the stairs and pushes the doorbell. Mrs. Rue opens the door and the driver walks inside, into the dark hallway.

Moments later, the driver comes out with a bundle in his hand. A white box with small holes around the side and top of the box. A small sound whispers from the box. Grace knows who it is as she continues to stare at the driver. The driver places the box in the back seat. Grace stretches her neck to see that the box was safely in the backseat with a seatbelt around it. The white box glow as the sun gently shines upon its edges and the surrounding white blankets. A pair of tired blue eyes peak out of the small holes.

The driver glances at Grace for a moment wearing an ambiguous smile on his face. He gets in the driver's seat. The car makes a muffle sound and drives off, back in the same direction it had came from.

Grace lays back down on her bed and sighs. Her one and only best friend, Mouse, a white ball of small fur, is now in the white car being driven away. She knows what will happen and yet could not help but feel sad as she watches the car move farther away from her. In the nine hours that Mouse had slept, she had been by his side. That's how long it took for their owner to make the decision.

Grace has been waiting outside early in the morning at her favorite spot on her favorite bed, waiting for this moment. She felt strange and wishes that she is only dreaming and that she will soon wake up with her furry friend next to her.

But she knows this is not a dream. She barks at the leaving car hoping it would stop and drive back to her. The car continues its path. It stops at a red light. All of a sudden Grace has an urge to run after the car. She springs up out of her bed, out of the gates and run as fast as she could. She runs close to the white car and can see the white box. Grace stares inside the back seat where the white box sits. No blue eyes staring out of the tiny holes.

The car moves again as the light changes to green. Grace runs after it but could not catch up. She runs faster but feels her legs getting weaker. Soon she could not move anymore. Her legs buckles under her. She stares at the white car as it disappears around the corner. Grace breathes in the shallow air watching the empty street. The sun has risen up higher in the sky. Not a single cloud in sight. She stares up at the blue sky and thoughts of her furry little friend makes her smile. She knew this is the best thing for him as he will not be suffering. She had said her goodbyes last night and now long to go with her furry friend, up into the blue sky of fluffy clouds and furry dreams.