Your
True Tales
July 2004 – Page
22
Cat
Woman of Winter
by Victoria
Connecticut in the blistering winter during a sunny day returning from school. Two classmates and I saw a "woman" wearing only a sort of oilshift that was a sort of caramel orange. It was sleeveless and torn at the armholes; shredded at the base above the knees, and she had no covering on arms or legs or feet.
The point is, this was not a person; this was a creature. Her whole body: hair, eyes, skin, nails – all of it was this coppery color. And her eyes were huge! Three times the size of human eyes and "cat like" with gold irises. It was shocking to see that the material on her shift actually meshed with the skin on her chest, and her fingernails were not only talons, but her hands and feet were webbed. She was oblivious to the frigid cold and to us.
She walked gesticulating and mumbling past us as we froze and then suddenly, spun around, pointed at me and said my name and two other things I won't include here. Both of my hysterical friends scattered. I can still see their boots getting stuck in the frozen snow as they ran to the nearest houses. Their school books skidded across the icy road.
I cannot think of an age for this wizened-looking but oddly almost beautiful being. She continued on up the frozen suburban road. And of course, there were lots of phone calls back and forth from parents. This was real.
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