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01-27-2020, 03:15 PM
"Twixt 3 & 4"
They'd been "arguing" about $ as they were apt to do. At a much earlier time the back & forth was for certain & intended.
He'd not made their fortune.
She'd judged her husband that he would.
Fortune made he could & would never get past the Crash & subsequent conflagration as '29 turned into a decade of suffering the magnitude quite immeasurable. He'd tried to explain his belief & fear, but, she did not understand. She'd been born to unaffected privilege. "Doll, you worry too much."
"Kay." But, she'd walked away. The stores patiently waiting her arrival, their checkbook in her handbag.
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"Buddy-boy, what's the matter?" Ed queried his owner as he entered their shared space of home & work.
Wilbur had been crying.
"Addison, he is dead."
Ed only knew death in the abstract of production parameters & entertainment value. This, this was not that.
"I'm sorry, Wilbur. What happened?"
Ed's tone caused Wilbur to stagger a bit. He'd expected different, a side of himself, a side he did not care for believed Ed would slough it off with a joke about a "vinegar puss."
Ed knew.
"He was sitting with Kay, Ed, & fell over on the couch. He's gone. He's just gone."
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"Wilbur." His wife softly knocked on the barn door, hesitated a heart beat as directed & entered.
"Honey."
He pushed the lower doors to Ed's stable closed, the latch striking softly & allowed his wife to take him into her arms.
"I was just explaining to E...I was just..."
"It's okay, baby." The cascade of tears came then to both man & horse as Ed lowered his mane so his Master's wife would not see.
The End
This short story is dedicated to "Addison" who passed away twixt Season 3 & Season 4 on 26 August 1963.
- Dale Robinson
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They'd been "arguing" about $ as they were apt to do. At a much earlier time the back & forth was for certain & intended.
He'd not made their fortune.
She'd judged her husband that he would.
Fortune made he could & would never get past the Crash & subsequent conflagration as '29 turned into a decade of suffering the magnitude quite immeasurable. He'd tried to explain his belief & fear, but, she did not understand. She'd been born to unaffected privilege. "Doll, you worry too much."
"Kay." But, she'd walked away. The stores patiently waiting her arrival, their checkbook in her handbag.
---------
"Buddy-boy, what's the matter?" Ed queried his owner as he entered their shared space of home & work.
Wilbur had been crying.
"Addison, he is dead."
Ed only knew death in the abstract of production parameters & entertainment value. This, this was not that.
"I'm sorry, Wilbur. What happened?"
Ed's tone caused Wilbur to stagger a bit. He'd expected different, a side of himself, a side he did not care for believed Ed would slough it off with a joke about a "vinegar puss."
Ed knew.
"He was sitting with Kay, Ed, & fell over on the couch. He's gone. He's just gone."
---------
"Wilbur." His wife softly knocked on the barn door, hesitated a heart beat as directed & entered.
"Honey."
He pushed the lower doors to Ed's stable closed, the latch striking softly & allowed his wife to take him into her arms.
"I was just explaining to E...I was just..."
"It's okay, baby." The cascade of tears came then to both man & horse as Ed lowered his mane so his Master's wife would not see.
The End
This short story is dedicated to "Addison" who passed away twixt Season 3 & Season 4 on 26 August 1963.
- Dale Robinson
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