Who: Jane and Grace What: an arrival When: after school lets out this afternoon Where: near the elementary school Rating: this is rated kittens and rainbows Status: In Progress
Jane didn’t know what was happening. One moment she’d been on the floor at work, studying the new pieces of the fall line and trying to decide which belt would go best to complete the look and the next she’d been standing in the middle of the street, outside. Thankfully there had been no cars coming her way when she’d blipped into existence and she had enough sense to get off the street and start walking down the sidewalk.
One thing Jane knew as she was heading toward no where in particular was that she was not in LA anymore. The architecture of the houses was a dead giveaway, but so was the frigid temperature. Not that they were wearing tank tops and shorts back home still considering Thanksgiving had just passed, but the few people she did see walking about were in winter coats with hats and gloves, long scarves trailing behind them. Thankfully she had somewhat of long sleeves on as she had been wearing her light blue blazer to work that day, but it did little to keep out the chill.
She wandered for a considerable amount of time, trying to pick up clues as to where she was, hoping it was all some odd little dream she would wake up from. Trying to contact her sisters and parents proved to be futile. There numbers didn’t seem to work, nor did her phone seem to work properly. It was confusing and she nearly wanted to sit down and cry.
Except no, she wouldn’t. She wasn’t the same girl who had left home, heartbroken and weary. She was independent now. She could figure this out and get back to where she was supposed to be. Somehow.
As she looked around, trying to find someone she could ask for help, she heard a pitiful meow from behind her. Jane turned toward the tree, scanning it for the source of the sound and smiled gently at the small kitten stuck on a branch. He meowed again, voicing his displeasure at being up so high.
A bell rang out as she stepped toward the tree, ready to get the small cat down, and she paused, watching as all manners of children started pouring down the street in the distance. There were plenty of people only feet away to ask questions of, but another cry turned her attention back to the tree and the beleaguered cat. She’d just have to hope she could accomplish both retrieving the kitten and making her way to the crowds before they dissipated. Jane knew she’d never forgive herself if she left the cat behind.
“It’s okay,” she gently told the small creature. “Come towards me.”
The kitten didn’t budge, continuing to meow as it looked around and Jane pursed her lips, trying to see if there was a way for her to climb the tree without breaking it. The tree wasn’t that tall, but enough that she was unable to reach the cat and it didn’t look stable enough to hold her weight.