Doggone It_Walker_You have to be my Child for a day._A Hidden Story
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Doggone It
I woke up and I was a dog. I was riding along my horse last night, but this morning, I went to bathe in the local pond and my reflection was clearly a dog. And not just any kind of dog, a Maltese. Great. I see my horse tied up to the porch post and wonder how to untie her (her name is Beau) and how I’m going to get all these here cattle to California in five month. Why a Maltese? At least if I was a Great Dane I might have a shot. My clothes of course don’t fit. They’re still laying beside the lake since I planned to change into them after I woke up and bathed. I guess I’ll just have to tak...
Walker
It was a cold winter night, and I was driving home from my friend's house. Diana wants me to stay because she was scared I would get hurt on the icy roads. I told her “not to worry I only live ten minutes from here,”. Diana sighed and told me to text her as soon as I got home so that I won't worry her. I was two minutes from my house, stopped at a stoplight. When I blanked out, it was dark but bright at the same time. I didn't see anything or anyone. Suddenly, there was a loud sound. I woke up in a sweat. I was freaking out, how did I end up in my bed, what kind of dream was that, and why is i...
You have to be my Child for a day.
“So what’s the catch?” I asked, thumbing through my paperback book, happy to hear my daughter Lillianne’s glee, instead of her moping, after finding Bubby, her birthday rabbit, lying in his cage, dead. Of all the stupid things for her seventh birthday, I’d surprised her with a fragile, mortal creature, when her mother, my wife, had passed away a year ago. I put my book down. She clapped her hands. “You have to be my child for a day.” “And if I am, what will I get?” I wondered where this was going.“Daddy,” she said in exaggerated protest.I put my book aside and helped her onto my lap. “Are you...
A Hidden Story
A schoolboy crouched in the alleyway, his red-rimmed eyes wild and desperate in his swollen, puffy face. He darted forward as Edmund passed, hand outstretched, fingers brushing his heavy woolen coat.Edmund recoiled, snatching his briefcase out of the boy’s grasp. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice brimming with indignation and more shock than he cared to acknowledge.“Sir, can you give—”“Most certainly not,” Edmund said, and strode on, staring resolutely at the bus stop ahead.He increased his pace, adding some distance between them, but the boy had already slunk back into his alleyway, to commit L...