I was rooting around in my computer and found this picture, which I thought I had lost. It’s a tarted up photograph of the peach tree Katya fell out of when she came to us. Everybody should have a kitten tree, from which a cute little kitten falls whenever you need one.
The flowers are gone, mowed down because they were too hard to keep weeded.
The pear tree is gone, because it never bore.
The playhouse is still there, but the child it was built for is gone, grown into a wonderful woman.
And Katya is gone, off at that Rainbow Bridge, hissing at the other animals and waiting for me to show up so she can pretend she doesn’t care.
How melancholy I am today! Lucky for me it’s Southern Indiana Writers meeting this evening, and I’ll probably meet some of the gang early at Point Blank, where I can drown my melancholy in a pint of good stout. Cheers!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What cheers you up when you feel melancholy?