When the cat ate her voice !

Facing the window, she sat on the same wheelchair that she sits on every single morning. The pigeons who rest in the shade of the window seemed to await her daily arrival. She would gaze at them, following their ballet-like movements around the window, listening to their melodious chirps until it was time for them to leave. She could almost hear them say, "Till the next morning… same time… same place." Only then would her eyes start counting the same trees. Who knows? Maybe a new one was planted. If she had a stronger power of sight she'd count the roses lying seductively on their bed, waiting for a hand to cut them off, unaware of their painful thorns....The child with the broken hand is running faster and faster in the garden until he somehow managed to make a sand castle with only one hand filling the basket with the drenched sand from last night’s late showers. The nurse who reads for that old "Mister" decided to read a new book today for she doesn’t have that small white book anymore. The new one is a hardcover. Its color seems to be black… or is it a dark maroon? Using her sight, she made sure that everything seemed as normal as possible, just like yesterday and the day before that with a very few slight changes from week to week. For the last two years however, it seemed to be almost the same. "Time for your physiotherapy session dear," her eyes suddenly glow upon hearing the nurse's voice. The same voice she has been hearing for the last two years of her life. At a time when they found her floating near a shore with no identity, no senses, no movement and no memory. If only she was able to talk…

"I promise" .. and they hugged each other after the oath of not mentioning it to a single soul.. but it was their right.. and they had to fight for it... it was time to get even... and this time they had to do it as fast as possible and as preciese as possible... with their 7 year old feet they managed to climb the wall better than spider man.. and with eyes like a hawk they stared to the left once.. to the right.. and jumped to the ground stepping on all kind of dirt beneath them.. for a second they where disgusted but they reminded each other of the plan.. looked around to identify their target...apparently she was the only target available.. and with quick steps they walked towards her.. closer to the wall as possible.. they looked at her and with eyes dripping of revenge.. they came closer..each breathing faster.. he had his hand on her back.. his thoughts start wandering to the old days.. when they lived happily ever after.. when she fullfilled their hunger.. together they built hopes of the future and how things would change once they have her back..... but his thoughts where disturbed when they heard that old man's voice comind closer...mission had to be aborted.. and they ran towards the wall.. the elder jumped .. but the younger was too short to reach his brother's hand.. one had to comprimise.. and when he spoke.. all what he said.. "run.. its our cow no matter what he tries to do..." Those where the last words he uttered.. just as he promised..

She woke up in the morning with a soar throat.. went ahead with her normal routine.. her day to day chores.. still feeling the burning sensation in her throat.. she wakes up the following day to realize that "the cat stole her voice" .. at least that was the only "convincing " explanation she managed to give the kids.. she lost her voice for few days.. but she gained much more...

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Our voices .. how important are they to us? .. our words.. our ability to speak.. there are times we decide to seal our lips and swallow our words like a pill to ease our pain.. thinking probably if we didn't talk; we'll be sparing ourself a lot of hassle and pain..

But there are times when we talk and talk and then regret it.. when we realize how our words were sharper than the sharpest blade.. we ...

A Lost Dot:
Your voice.. let it be heard whenever you can.. today you can speak.. u never know if tomorrow you are granted the same blessing.. nothing is worse than the urge to speak up.. but you don't have the voice ...

p.s. Seraaph thanks for editing the first part for me :)