Days and nights had all been the same since last August. Libby’s mother’s disappearance in the expedition in Egypt, had left a hole in her life that no one else would ever be able to fill. She missed her every single day, her warm hug. Her calm, soothing voice wishing her good night. Libby knew somewhere, her mother was missing her too.
The rain started to fall harder as Libby crossed the road to number eight, Amber Street. A loud crack of a thunder crashed in her ears, bringing her back to reality. The old silver bike almost lost balance and fall into a small bush in the left side of the road. Libby looked up at the sky. It sky had never been so dark. Luckily, she seemed to have anticipated the storm, leaving the small green gate half open in the morning. She ran to the front porch stepping into cool, ankle-deep puddles along the way. Wiping the rain from her eyes, she put hers hand in the side pocket of her backpack looking for the keys. She had the small plush penguin keychain in her hand when a soaked, deep ginger cat peeked out from behind the old rocking chair, jumping in her arms. With her heart hammering, she stepped back before taking a deep breath of relief.
“Oscar! You almost gave me a heart attack,” she said holding the wet cat in her arms as she opened the door.
A soft meow with a purr put a half smile on her face. She stepped into the dark living room, closing the door behind them. The rumble of a thunder made the cat jump off her arms. Even before turning the lights on, she got rid of her soaked blue sneakers, socks and jeans jacket. Following the sound of the heavy rain against the window, she looked out. The storm had turned the day into night in seconds. With lights on, she proceeded into the kitchen. Her long dark hair, drawn back into a ponytail, had dripped water all over the carpet. Hopefully it would dry before her dad came back home on Friday. Libby opened the kitchen cabinet, grabbed a dry towel and wrapped it around her head. By her side, Oscar emitted a louder and longer meow. Staring up at her with big copper-colored eyes as she opened the cupboard her father used to store all the canned food. Libby opened the last can of tuna, pouring half of it into the cat’s bowl. Then she opened the fridge door, placing it in one of the empty shelves. Besides the egg cartoon, the cold water and milk bottle, there was not much left. It reminded her she had to stop at the grocery tomorrow morning. She grabbed the milk from the door, taking a long sip from the bottle. Going upstairs to her bedroom, she turned on the hot shower to warm the room and plugged in her phone. Something wet had touched her. There was Oscar winding himself between her legs. She gently petted his head, and he jumped on her bed, folded his front paws over each other and rested his head on them.
Libby noticed there was something strange attached to his left front paw. It looked like a stone. A small oval-shaped aquamarine color stone. She gently tried to take if off, but it didn’t came out so easy. Libby went back into the foggy bathroom, fill a tall glass with warm water and turned off the shower tap. She dips a small folded hand towel into the warm water, rubbing it in Oscar’s paw as delicate as possible. The cat stretched out his legs, making a soft howl as Libby removed the stone. She opened the small towel with the stone inside. Her mouth hung open and the color drained from her face. The stone glimmered brightly in the palm of her hand.
She would have her shower later.