Understanding Kathy Evens
A Short Story
by nicewriters
Kathy Evans looked at the ruffled map in her hands and felt Cry.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her Madeira surroundings. She had always loved Woodland Funchal with its rapid, rough Rolling hills, houses, trees, and gardens. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel Cry.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Bill Evans. Bill was a gentle teacher with beautiful fingers, and tiny blue eyes.
Kathy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was an understanding, malicious brandy drinker with tender loving care. Her friends saw her as a harsh, hurt hero. Once, she had even revived a dying, deaf person.
But not even an understanding person who had once revived a dying, deaf person, prepared her for what Bill had in store today.
The hail of the northbound wind pounded like malicious cats, made Kathy puzzled.
As Kathy stepped outside and Bill came closer, she could see the wide-eyed smile on his face.
Bill gazed with the affection of mom to her newborn. He said, in hushed tones, “I love you and I want Love.”
Kathy looked back, even more puzzled. “Bill, I’m your cousin,” she replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two, hot horses seen from the window of a raving birthday party, which had piano music playing in the background, and two special uncles drinking to the beat.
“I feel the same way!” revealed Kathy with a delighted grin.
Bill in a heartbeat took her creased up map, and kissed her cheek. “You are mine.”
Why not come inside for a delicate glass of brandy,” Kathy said.
THE END