I wonder how many people actually like this story, I mean I'm going to keep writing it anyway because it's a challenge to myself, but I see a lot of people reading it yet hardly any reviews or follows or anything. Just something I found curious.


Kitty paced back and forth. It had been hours since she had dropped off her nieces and she still hadn't been able to get the image from her head of her favorite girls as poor starving children on the street. Ever since seeing what, she had been sure was a child at the time, -but had since rationalized might have been a plant or an animal… or some other woodland creature- her motherly instincts had taken over threefold.

"Calm down," She commanded to herself, abruptly stopping the back and forth trek, "It's probably nothing. You were imagining things."

Kitty let her form fall onto the couch in an ungraceful heap, "It's fine, everything's fine."

She took in a deep breath, in… and out… It's going to be fine.

"But what if it's not?"

Kitty sat up suddenly and a resounding crash echoed throughout the small two bedroom apartment; a result of her knee clunking against the table from her jerky movement which caused the cheap, but decorative flea market vase to go crashing to the floor in a sea of shattered glass.

Her hands knit together as she forced the twitching limbs to sit in her lap. The array of fingers wreathed and pulled at each other as her anxiety escalated.

"There could be kids in that park right now who are starving or… or sick."

Kitty's eyes widened, trying her breathing technique again to calm down.

It didn't work.

"What if there are kids in that park right now that are dying?"

All the color left the young girls face and her limbs went rigid. She was silent as she processed all of the possibilities.

Kitty suddenly stood, grabbed her jacket and purse, then was out of her apartment in a whirl wind of frantic nerves and a heavy heart.