My mom is a witch

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Do not be embarrassed, the real one. I am never surprised at anything. I know what you don’t believe in. And when someone invisible sits next to me and watches TV, and a chair creaks and moves under it, a soft seat bends, I am not afraid.

On anxious moonlit nights, our black cat scatters blue sparks across the carpet. It becomes round and thick from the tousled fur. Clicking and tapping on the walls, creaks and rustles in the sideboard, heavy steps along the corridor, and someone invisible loudly swallows water from a glass. And in the morning all the window latches are open …

I live in this world with them, invisible, side by side, peacefully and calmly. They come to me in my sleep. Funny and scary. Various. They look in the windows in the evenings when I am alone. Hiding behind curtains and doors.

And mom - mom smiles when I start asking about them. He smiles with his lips, but his eyes remain serious. Green, clear eyes with double pupils …

The rustle of divination cards in the next room. New deck. Quiet voices … A happy and tear-stained neighbor says goodbye to us in the corridor and puts a bag of sweets in my hand. I will not eat them.

The telephone rings every evening at five o'clock. I pick up the phone - silence. Once, after one of these calls, putting the receiver down on the hook, for some reason I pulled the cord - the phone was disconnected …

My mother and I usually spend New Year's evenings together at a decorated Christmas tree, having tea with plump apple pies. The TV sings, Arnold the cat purrs in my lap, gifts are imposingly located under the tree, substituting their multi-colored sides for electric candles. And we chatting, drinking seagulls. Mom is always smart and even in high heels.

This was the case last year. Only … The iridescent doorbell broke our idyll. Christmas balls on thin threads trembled a little. I, happily slapping my slippers, rushed to the door. And only then I realized that our bell hadn't been working for two months … She opened the door and saw: our Arnold was standing on the threshold, meowing plaintively. He was all wet, water flowed from the wool in streams. How he got there, outside the door, was not entirely clear, but I tried not to pay much attention to it. "Well, come in, quickly!" I grumbled impatiently. Aronold stepped heavily and slowly over the threshold. Water still flowed from him in streams, forming small puddles on the floor in the corridor. "Maybe bring a towel?" - I asked, glancing at my mother. “Don't, let's go,” she said quietly and very seriously. We sat down at the table again, but the conversation did not go well. The cat slowly, as if floating in the air, walked around. Then, flashing in the void with paws with long tassels of wool, which our Arnold had never had before, he jumped lightly and weightlessly onto the table. I indignantly waved a teaspoon at him: "Hey, you, get out of here! You can't!" He ignored these screams. Importantly and significantly, he looked at my personality from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers, which made me breathless and sweaty palms. With his eyes lit up, he took me to my mother's side, then turned his gaze and stared into my face. He opened his pink mouth as if yawning. And suddenly, in a thick, masculine bass, he said: "Snot still, and besides, squeaky …"

Immediately I felt a terrible desire to sleep. The ceiling floated to the side, the green cat's eyes went out, and my cheek was on the wet tablecloth …

In the morning Arnold, all kind of rumpled and miserable, slept in my bed with an unusually deep sleep, which is completely unusual for cats. You could squeeze him as much as you like, pull his ears and tail - no use. So he slept for a whole day.

And my mother kept smiling … By the way, her name is Margarita.

Elena Putalova