Voyage of Faith
... Wade could feel his back and legs shimmy up and down against the hard wagon floorboards. Peeking out the bottom of his blindfold he saw only darkness beneath the tarp. He was extremely hot and thirsty, perspiring profusely. Wade squirmed to free himself, but tight rope bound his wrists and ankles. His mumbled calls for help only returned the warmth of his breath. The bandana gag was pulled snug ...
... “Lucy, Lucy, come here girl,” he repeated, holding out breadcrumbs.
Green eyes eventually emerged. She was a large Calico marbled in black, tan, and white. He would continue to coax her until she finally nibbled on the food in his hand.
“Meow,” the feline would softly utter.
Beneath her distinction as a vermin killer, arose a hidden tenderness.
After time, she would let Wade pet her, as she arched her back and purred. Although a mere cat, Lucy reminded him he was still human, and not the primal animal he feared he had become. She kept alive his sense of compassion and affection ...
