In a chance meeting a lot can be learned if given the right circumstance. At the same time, nothing could be learned if there is no desire. A chance meeting in a bar called Lucky's is where I met a person who defied chance. This is where I met an all-knowing, all-seeing psychic. It was not always this way, as she explained to me. A mixture of time and practice is how she learned. A mixture of booze and madness is how she probably did it. Though all of the stories from the Psychic were interesting on their own, the story of her first and only deep reading caught my attention and plagues my mind to this day. In a dark alley, near a crowded street, in a busy city, on a rainy day, is where the Psychic learned the story of A Decision, In A House Without Cats...
A house on a hill is where the Crazy Cat Lady lived. The house had only two windows and they were on the second floor of the house, facing the front. There was not another soul in sight. The Crazy Cat Lady was not always the Crazy Cat Lady; she was once a crazy child and always lived in the house by herself. Since always and what she could remember, she had heard voices and the voices were questions, and the questions were decisions. When she was a lot younger she would ignore these questions and decisions and go about her day. Then something special happened: the crazy child became the Crazy Cat Lady. It happened on a warm day when a warm Cat roamed into her house. She named it Hope and fed him frequently. Over time she began to answer the questions and decisions out loud, without hesitation, as frequently as blinking. As time passed another Cat found its way to the Crazy Cat Lady's doorstep. The Crazy Cat Lady named her Dream. She was welcomed with open arms. Over years and years Hope and Dream had many kittens and they filled the house with warmth and happiness. The Cats were oblivious to the voices and the questions and the decisions the Crazy Cat Lady was making and they continued to stay in the house. Years went by, several to be exact, and the Cats began dying or vanishing. Only one Cat remained, on a morning when the clouds were low and covered up everything that could be seen through the windows. Later that day, the last Cat was gone. There was only one question answered that day, one decision made by the Crazy Cat Lady. The voices were heard all around her. She said, "Pills..." and slowly disappeared.
A house on a hill is where the Crazy Cat Lady lived. The house had only two windows and they were on the second floor of the house, facing the front. There was not another soul in sight. The Crazy Cat Lady was not always the Crazy Cat Lady; she was once a crazy child and always lived in the house by herself. Since always and what she could remember, she had heard voices and the voices were questions, and the questions were decisions. When she was a lot younger she would ignore these questions and decisions and go about her day. Then something special happened: the crazy child became the Crazy Cat Lady. It happened on a warm day when a warm Cat roamed into her house. She named it Hope and fed him frequently. Over time she began to answer the questions and decisions out loud, without hesitation, as frequently as blinking. As time passed another Cat found its way to the Crazy Cat Lady's doorstep. The Crazy Cat Lady named her Dream. She was welcomed with open arms. Over years and years Hope and Dream had many kittens and they filled the house with warmth and happiness. The Cats were oblivious to the voices and the questions and the decisions the Crazy Cat Lady was making and they continued to stay in the house. Years went by, several to be exact, and the Cats began dying or vanishing. Only one Cat remained, on a morning when the clouds were low and covered up everything that could be seen through the windows. Later that day, the last Cat was gone. There was only one question answered that day, one decision made by the Crazy Cat Lady. The voices were heard all around her. She said, "Pills..." and slowly disappeared.
The way you write is gripping, because you throw in cliches but switch them around to something unexpected. Like, "Years went by, several to be exact." It's genius I think. And I don't know if you meant to do it but you captured what it's like to feel crazy; you hear voices that are both questions and decisions and it makes you insane! I loved this one. I'm sending you and e-mail that fixes the spelling and grammar mistakes, though.
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