Writers Journal #12

Second person point of view

The reader is the character

IE Choose your own adventure books

The character is walking in a public place. They look inside a trash can and discover something unusual. What is it? What do they do?

The day is rainy and cold. Your gloves are keeping your hands warm as you hold your coffee in both hands, willing it to warm your chilly bones. The park is surprisingly still pretty busy as you trudge along after my short walk, you needed to walk a bit before you spend the rest of your day in my warm loft, in cozy dry clothes painting and relaxing. 

Taking the last sip of coffee you look around for a trash bin and see one tucked in the trees a little off the path, waiting for a couple to pass by the other direction you swiftly cross and walk across the wet grass to it. Tossing your cup you hear something. You stop and listen. The noise sounds like a cry. You look around on the ground. Then you hear it again and look at the trash can. Slowly you walk back over to it and peer in. A ball of wet fur with green eyes looks up at you from inside. 

Startled, you jump back. Realizing what it is you jump towards it again. Your heart breaks, cries and the nurturing inclination takes charge. 

You take off your scarf and use it to bundle the kitten as you lift it out of the trash. It cried at you again and again. The hurt in its eyes breaks your heart and tears start to fall down your face.

“What kind of monster did this to you?”

With your free hand I wipe my tears. 

“Don’t worry little one, you are coming home with me” you say to it

You hurriedly  walk home, taking the lift to your place on the third floor. 

“First things first little one, we need to get you warm and dry” Curious if you can tell what the sex is, you look and see that she is female. 

“A little girl then I see” I say to her before you put her in the kitchen sink. You pull out some dawn dish liquid you keep for tough stains. You get the water to a warm temperature and expecting this little thing to tear your hands off as soon as you spray her gently with the water she surprisingly just stares up at you. She lets you clean her fur and rinse her off and you grab a clean kitchen towel and wrap her up into a ball, tucking her into the front pouch pocket of your sweatshirt. 

“Okay, now some food and water.” You find a couple of small bowls in my cupboard and fill one with water. Opening your fridge you try to find something she can eat until you can get to the store. You don’t eat any meats except for the occasional fish meal, but your fish is all frozen. “Eggs! I think I read somewhere that kittens can eat eggs in a pinch!” You exclaim

Very carefully you crack two eggs into a bowl and pop them into the microwave, not your usual way of cooking eggs but you needed to hurry.

When the timer goes off you pull the cooked eggs out and mash them up as best you can before grabbing them and the water and head over to the chair by the fire. You start it up and sit down. 

She seems to have stopped shivering and is surprisingly still awake. The fire warming the hearth you put her down in front of her bowls on the hearth. She looks at you once before beginning to feast on the eggs. She almost eats them all before heading over to the water bowl.

 You watch her admiring her brown coat with white stripes. Such an odd colored cat, you think.

She finishes and then looks at you, starting to walk over to the edge of the hearth, she cries once and you know she wants back over onto your lap. You grab the blanket on the back of your chair and make a nest in your lap before picking her up and tucking her in. She settles immediately falling fast asleep.

Grabbing your phone you search for the closest veterinarian. “I’ll bring you in, get you all the care you need and take care of you. I now have a cat it seems!” You smile as you look down at her before getting back to your search.