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“And then he said….”

two brown and white dogs running dirt road during daytime

Photo:  Alvan Nee
Unsplash

Friends know how to share…

Stafford Mongrel, Dog, Black And White

Picture:  Pixabay

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Keep your friends close…

Daniel and James…a very short story

People who knew them, still called them, “the boys.”  They hadn’t been boys for well over  sixty some years, but they did grow up living next door to each other.  They were inseparable.  Fought in one of the wars together, married at the same time, and they each had two children and a lot of dogs.

So, when Daniel became ill, James just smiled and said, “Don’t worry.  I’ll go with you.”

So, the boys got on their bicycles, just like they did when they were kids, and rode into the mist together.

Some of the neighbors say that if you stand in front of their houses, in just the right spot…you’ll still be able to hear them laughing.

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Friends are joy wrapped up in laughter…

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Every living being is CURIOUS…When fear isn’t involved friends come calling…

Friends…a poem for Resa and Holly…with love.

you never know
when you’re going to meet
certain people
who will make a difference
in your life
people who will
stay in your heart forever
people you never expected
to know
let alone cherish
but life is strange
that way
one day you start a blog
and then you have friends
that matter
friends who are
kind and generous
giving and sweet
and they just
say and do the most
wonderful things for

you

a person they met
because one day
they started a blog
and from those
electronic beginnings
something wild
and beautiful
was born

true friendship

how amazing
is that

Friends…a very short story

Sheep, Animal, Mammal, Wool, Ruminant

Nancy, Bella and Bean have been friends for quite some time.  They are always together, chatting and sharing food.  They are kindred spirits who love and care for each other.

All three belong to AAB (Animals Against Bells).  AAB is a group dedicated to the removal of bells from around the necks of all animals.  The constant sound drives animals insane and causes depression and even suicide by starvation.  Animals would like to put bells around the necks of humans to torture them, the way they have been tortured, and so they would know when they were coming.

Except for Lana, the little girl who lives down the road.  She always stops to kiss them, pet them and tell them stories.  She gives them cookies and shows them her homework, asking for their opinion.  They love her and she loves them.  She told them that if anyone put a bell on them she’ll cut it off and help them escape.  They believe her.  She said she would like to come to one of their meetings but she doesn’t really speak sheep.  She said she’s willing to learn, however, and the sheep told her they would see what they could do.  She is able to read their body language and guess at what they’re saying, until they nod.  It’s a difficult and time consuming way to communicate, but she thinks it’s worth it.  Sheep speak all languages, of course.  All animals speak all languages, since they are far more intelligent than humans.

At any rate, the sheep have a lovely home and are cared for by loving people.  Lana has removed the bells off of the cows, who live down the lane, and off of six goats.  She always has a knife in her pocket so that she can free animals from the unjust cruelty heaped upon them by uncaring humans.  On the weekends she visits the sheep and they play tag in the fields and then have lunch and a story or two.  It’s a good life for everyone.

 

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Kids know who they can trust. They know who has the biggest heart…bears are always good at that.

Girl, Teddy Bear, Toy, Child, Childhood

Friends…Short story

Architecture, Buildings, Infrastructure

“What are you doing up here?” he asked, afraid to walk too close to the edge.

“Go away.  This is my place,” she said, without turning around.

“It’s dangerous up here.”

“For you, maybe.”

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Go away.”

“I’ll go away, if you tell me your name.”

“I’ll push you over the edge if you stay.”

“You won’t,” he laughed.

She got up and strolled toward him.  “You guys never listen,” she said, reaching for his arm.  She grabbed him,  twisted her body, flipped him over and threw him to the ground.  He landed at the edge of the roof.  He tried to get up, but she was faster than he was and she gave his body a quick shove.  “You should have listened to me!” she shouted, as she watched him fall.  “I told you, THIS IS MY PLACE!”

She heard the sirens, a few minutes later.  He wasn’t the fist one she’d thrown off a roof.  “Why can’t they just leave me alone?” she said, to no one in particular.

“Hey,” said Ink.

“Hey.”

“There’s a dead guy on the street.  Well, what’s left of him, anyway,” she laughed.  “Was he bothering you?”

“He was.”

“I brought peanut butter and jam for lunch,” she said, handing her a bag of food.

“Thanks,” she said, smiling at her friend.  “You’re wearing lipstick.”

“I thought I’d try it.”

“It looks nice.”

“Thanks.”

“Does it bother you that I pushed him?”

“No.  Should it?”

“I told him to leave.”

“I figured.  My grandma made this jam with the blueberries she grew in her yard.  Who does that anymore?”

“Beats me.”

“Are you sorry you pushed him?” asked Ink.

“No.”

“I have brownies for dessert.”

“It’s beautiful up here, don’t you think?”

“I do,” said INK, staring at the sky.”

“You’re a great friend,” she said, taking another bit of her sandwich..

“I know,”  Ink snickered.

“We have to go.  The cops will come up here looking for evidence.  They’ll want to see if the guy left a suicide note or something.”

Ink nodded and gathered up her things.  “Be careful when you leave.”

“You too.  See you at dinner.”

She was alone again.  She gave Ink a head start, then she turned and made her way to the door.  It was going to be fall soon, she could smell it in the air.  She’d bring a blanket with her next time, she thought as she started running down the stairs.

 

 

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