The World Made Sense

Once upon a time there was a boy who didn't know anything of the world. He tried his best to understand everything, every conversation, every single phrase that was spoken to him. No matter what he did, he could never understand. Abram was his name.

One day Abram was walking down the street when he saw a cat. She had whiskers that looked too big for her and her tail hung at an angle. Abram put down his stuff and walked over to the cat. She shied away at first, but Abram waited. He waited until the cat was no longer scared. He waited until her tail curled up and her fur seemed to smoothen. He then reached out his hand. Instantly the cat ducked but she moved closer to him none the less. She was purring. He found his grip and ran his hand down along the cat's back. She arched and dug her claws into the ground. Abram smiled. This cat had not had a good meal in a long time. She purred at his touch but her hunger was more. She sniffed over to the ground where Abram had dropped his packages.

The cat nuzzled her way into a parcel of meat, licking at its sides. Abram quickly stopped her, but couldn't help breaking off a chunk of the bread he was bringing home for dinner. With a last goodbye, Abram heard the bell tolling and headed home. He hoped to see that black cat again yet if anything had ever been so unreal he couldn't remember it. It was as if a phantom had appeared and stolen his brain for a moment then set within it a cat. A cat that could not go away. It haunted him night and day. In taking a little bread for the cat he had carved himself a mind of steel, forever thinking of a cat who will never come back, just as if she had died that day. The cat was gone but she was forever in the little child's brain, an echo of a long gone day. A day when, for a moment, the world made sense.