12/6/14- Daily Prompt
Charlie’s excitement was almost too much to contain. Karen grabbed onto him and scooped him up from the floor. He barked and wiggled; struggling to get down.
“Hey now! What’s wrong with you?” she asked.
She tried calming him by petting him and scratching him behind his ear. But Charlie didn’t seem to notice. At first she had thought that he was happy about the guest in the living room, but now he was beginning to seem upset. She wondered who it was that mom was talking to any way.
Karen carried Charlie over to the living room door and stood there to look at her mom talking to the strange woman sitting on their couch. She was sipping at the tea that her mother had made for them. Her hair was long and the red locks curled around her face then tumbled over her shoulders. It wasn’t a natural red. It was a vibrant candy cherry color. Her eyes were a chocolate brown. Her skin was a pale creamy color like vanilla ice cream.
Karen shook her head. Why does everything about her make me think of food?
Charlie had gone still and was now growling softly in his throat.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” she asked him.
The woman looked up at them and that seemed to be too much for Charlie to bare. He burst into a loud fit of barking and fought Karen’s embrace with new vigor. She could not contain him. He shot out from her arms and went bolting into the living room. He jumped up into the recliner next to Karen’s mom and he barked at the visitor.
Karen hurried into the room behind him and offered the visitor apologies. But when Karen met the woman’s eyes, she stopped. Her eyes were now green. She had been certain that they had been brown. She shook her head.
“I don’t know what has gotten into to him,” she said.
It occurred to her then that he mother had not yet said anything about the ruckus Charlie had started. Karen looked up at her mother. Her mom was sitting there, balancing her tea plat in the palm of one hand while using the other to lift the cup to her lips carefully. She did this without seeming to be aware of either Karen or Charlie.
“Mom?” Karen shook her mother gently.
She got no response. Her mother just sipping her tea.
“I’m afraid that she can no longer hear you,” the woman said.
“What did you do to her?” Karen yelled as she spun around so that she was facing the stranger. She let Charlie go. He had known that there was something wrong with this woman and she no longer cared if he bit her.
“I’m not actually here to see your mother,” the woman stated.
Karen gasped softly. The woman’s eyes were now blue.