Bob
The smallest connections carry the most weight.
Easter has been hard; here it’s referred to as a ‘long weekend’—I agree, it’s felt long. Today, like Friday, shapes as a day to stay close.
Being surrounded by friends and family is wonderful; you’re never searching for contact. If and when this fades, you’ll truly value what you had. Too often, in the moment, it’s lost on us.
I didn’t plan to post, but sharing this yarn might give me a lift, and hopefully you too. It is the shortest of short stories.
I look for Bob most days. Seeing him gives me a sense of care and connection. I’m unsure if he feels the same, but I hope so. That said, I’ll never know. Bob meows loudly, only when you’re in eyeshot; he’s tone deaf and just turned 19 years old. Bob’s a cat, he lives one street down, although he has several feeding houses! He loves the sun and will always scarf cake if I have any. His main place is on the way to my coffee stop. He’s a friend. Would I still go looking for him if the shop closed? Yes. Because Bob gives me a lift.
Keep looking. Stay connected. Instances like this can nourish the soul.
Nick
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