|Rose Nylund (i_ergullkvinne) wrote in we_coexist,|
@ 2011-08-08 18:06:00
|Entry tags:||bad moon, guy of gisborne, rose nylund|
Shelter (open to all, weres and non-weres alike)
Rose still wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. Some days, she thought maybe she was having early signs of dementia. Some days, she thought it was a dream. Whatever it was, it had turned her life upside down. Wherever she was, at least she still had her house, even if she didn’t have her roommates. Or her neighborhood. Or her job, because the counseling center and hospital were not the ones she remembered. On the days she could actually find them. She was starting to believe what the odd young man had said; maybe they moved. Which brought her back to the idea of losing some of her faculties.
Rose could just imagine what Dorothy would say. And Blanche. And Sophia. Especially Sophia. Some days, Rose held conversations with herself, imitating her roommates. That wasn’t because she was going crazy. It was just for comfort. For a few minutes out of the day, she could feel like she wasn’t alone. Of course, it didn’t last. Because she was alone, and very lonely.
Without knowing what was going on, exactly, Rose decided the most logical thing to do was to keep going as she always did. So she did the shopping, she tried to do her volunteer work, and she looked after the local strays. It seemed that even here, wherever this was, in her head or not, there were still animals in need of a little help. She knew that her roommates didn’t really like her putting food out for animals, but they weren’t there, were they? No. So Rose got to help the way she wanted to.
And it seemed like lately, she’d been getting a sort of… odd… assortment of strays showing up at the back door. She’d had to buy more dog food in particular. They were bigger than the usual scruffy mutts she’d had before. And there were more than just cats and dogs. Some nights, Rose could hardly believe what wandered past the window. But night after night, she put the food out and then stood by the kitchen sink to see what showed up.
Tonight was no different, except that she hadn’t gotten back inside the door before the first animal showed up. Then another. And before she knew it, there was a host of creatures eating, and not all of them should get along.
“I guess being hungry trumps being cranky,” she mused as she tried to wend her way out of the furry bodies. “Well, you just have your dinner and then you let somebody else have a turn. There you go. Good boy. Or girl.”