Hitch Hiker

by Patricia C. Myers




Sugar Kitty
Copyright © 2004 Patricia C. Myers
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The Sun was slipping fast as night pushed it's way across the expansive sky. It was the inbetween Mystical Time when the Elves and Faries spin fantasy with delight. I could feel my Spirits lifting as San Luis grew larger on the horizon.... 45 minutes and we would be home.

The day was suppose to be relaxing... a long leisurely drive looping around the Sangre de Christo mountains of New Mexico... curving in and out of Colorado's San Luis Valley... the highest Alpine valley in the world. Once a productive agricultural area... ghostly remnants of tumbled down deserted farm buildings gave a last testament of existence.

The mood had grown heavy with silence filled with unspoken words. It numbed the senses and lulled them into trailing THOHTS. Fading silhouettes disappeared into a sea of black and the Lights of San Luis grew brighter. The oldest town in Colorado tucked neatly in the foothills of the mountains had survived the perils of progress.

Approaching the out skirts of town vague shapes took form and revealed real houses. A group of bikers were hanging at the local mechanics shop.. and I zoned my attention in their direction. It looked like fun... they were laughing. My eyes panned to the left drifting without focus... when a flash of white caught my sight.

My Heart stopped then raced.. it was a tiny white kitten making a hesitant attempt to cross the road.. freezing dead center... then turned around and scampered back to the curb. I caught my breath and gave a sigh of relief. In the same instant the kitten started across the road again.. but filled with greater determination.

I watched as it stopped dead center. I was certain it would make the crossing safely... when suddenly it turned around and returned to the safety of the curb. Driving by I spied the tiny kitten eyeing the road one more Time.

Leaning forward to see the kitten in the side mirror... it was a cinch... since it was back in the center of the road. Saved from the silence.. my friend said
"Do you want to turn around?"

Yes... was my reply.

We slowly pulled into a small parking area... where the kitten was taking refuge and stopped. I opened the door.. gently stepping out of the truck saying.. "Kitty.. Kitty.. Kitty." in my best I Love you Kitty voice... and with a couple of leaps and bounds the kitten was safely snuggled in my arms.

I stood up with the little Hitch Hiker in tow and noticed the group of bikers across the road watching me. I shouted out.. "Is this your kitten?" And with a wave of a hand and a loud "Nah.. take it." shouted back.. we were soon on our way home.

That was 11 years ago.


Follow Your Heart
Patturns


Copyright © 2004 Patricia C. Myers
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