Vesper Zephyr

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…” I swayed along the stony pavement, my shadow following right behind. Brilliant sunshine fell through the greenish leaves and on the land, forming intricate patterns of light. In my hand was an aureate bell, its sound being as clear as its color.
   “Meow,” Whizkers called out to me, as usual, and I, smiling, began to flaunt this little ornament of mine.
   “It’s a bell, my friend,” I said as I ringed the bell with my fingers. “It jingles and tinkles!”
    Whizkers seemed to be dazzled; his eyes were shining with reflection of the golden beam. His argent whiskers were glittery, too, and his face was full of curiosity.
    With the touch of his paws, Whizkers, surprised, ringed the bell again as if it were a rubber mouse or something, “Meow!”
   “Ha ha!” laughter filled my mouth as I looked at him. “Hey, from now on, this bell will be the signal for our rendezvous! What say you?”
   “Meow,” Whizkers cried out to me in a jolly mood, and rather than being surprised, I was chipper. Perhaps he did understand what I said after all!
 
Spring rain visited my campus the next day, and like a discourteous guest, it showed no sign of leaving at all. Watching the rain roll down the glass windows as if it were tears from the sky above, I cannot but start to worry about Whizkers: Did he seek shelter? Is he safe and sound? The wet leaves and branches moved up and down under the incessant rain, and for a second or two, I sincerely hoped it was nodding.
    The rhythm of the splattering rain continued, and nightfall only seemed to give it more momentum. The wind, howling, thrashed about as it scattered the fragile leaves under the dim light of the streetlamp. That was it. I had to look out for Whizkers.

“Whizkers, Whizkers!” I shouted in the darkness of the rainy world, my umbrella trying to protect me from the intense shower, but of little avail. “Are you there?”
    No one answered. At the very moment I thought I heard some whisper amongst the gale, but later confirming that it was just a hallucination. I plodded around my dormitory and the periphery of it, only to find myself in a predicament of futility.
    “Care killed the cat,” people used to say, yet Whizkers is my friend. How can I not feel worried?
    Soaked and depressed, I sat down on the porch, reminiscing. I could still remember the first day we met, the first day it all happened. The moon, covered by a curtain of rain, seemed more lonesome than ever.

The night was over, and fortunately, so was the excessive rainfall. The stupendous nimbus has gone away, making space for the pleasant sun, and the wind was placid. I sat, once again, on the porch of the dorm, wondering where Whizkers had been, or whether he would return.
    “Whizkers…” I whispered to myself, gazing at the turquoise sky and ringing my golden bell, hoping he could hear it. Just then, I heard another bell ringing from behind, and oddly enough, it sounded exactly the same as the one I had.
    “What the…” I turned around, my heart filled with wonderment, and there he was, “Whizkers!”
    “Meow!” Whizkers answered me with joy, looking more beautiful and healthy than before.
    “You came looking for me, Whizkers, just like I did for you!” I, feeling delighted and relieved, patted him on the forehead, noticing a collar around his neck, to which was attached by a shimmering bell.
    I grinned with happiness as I held my own bell in hand and rung it. The two bells were in perfect harmony, and it sounded pleasing. “Looks like you have a home now. There’s nothing better than that.”
    I stood up gallantly, the refulgent sun shining on my visage which showed no hint of sadness. Raising my bell up high and tinkling it, I smiled at Whizkers and loudly exclaimed, “To my friend Whizkers! May the bells of friendship ring forever!”