The Path

"She is a ray of sunshine . a rain of warm summer . a bright fire of a cold winter's day ."

Imran Shaikh

Her hometown

It was late in the evening in the suburbs of Chicago city in this Monday morning on April 2020.

The morning mist had almost disappeared from the grey streets and buildings surrounding her apartment in 34 Western Street.

She was living on the second floor of this building block.

She opened her cat shaped eyes and stretched lazily her slender white hands still refused to getting up from the bed.

Suddenly something woolly touched her complexion in her dainty bare feet in the side of her left calf .

She pulled her leg back inside in the soft blanket instinctively a little frightened.

"Cate ! ...you scared me !" she said softly ...

She had forgotten the new guest of her house recently .

The cat of her friend Miranda.

She was her roommate and left almost without explanation three days before .

But her friend was like that impulsive when something was on her mind .

The cat was a white hairy snowball , as she usually called her, with small shaped body like hers.

At last she touched the rough cold floor with her bare feet.

She wore her golden anklets around her ankles, an old gift from someone far away now.

The cold sent a wake up call in all her body and headed for the window to open the heavy red auburn curtains same coloured as her long hair.

The sun was already appeared behind the heavy grey cloud's.

She smiled gracefully .

Janet was a beauty with a sweet warm smile, green eyes and vivid pink lips as everyone remembered her from childhood .

Now in her twenties and adult woman was almost like her mother as she remembered her ...