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Maverick Wolf Member
since 1999-11-13
Posts 94Scandia, MN |
Hey, Johnny. Do you remember that one day in kindergarten when we brought in that snake we found? It was just a little old garter snake, but it sure did scare Ms. Hill, didn’t it? I remember we had to look for it half the day because we forgot to hook the cover on the case. Do you remember how all of the girls were screaming and standing on the chairs? And then when we found it, Ms. Hill made us get rid of it out in the woods. You and I had a great laugh when we snuck it back into class to take home. Oh, the stories we would tell. Hey Johnny. Do you remember the first baseball game we ever went to? Yeah, it was 4th grade and your dad brought us to see the Tigers and the Yankees. We had all the pop and hot dogs we wanted. We both even got one of those big foam fingers. I remember the look on your face when you caught that foul ball. You were so proud of it. But by the end of the day, you felt sorry for me and gave it to me. It was one of the nicest things anyone had done. But you know what I remember even more than that? It was when we both ran down after the game to get autographs and we got lost in the crowd. Your dad nearly had a heart attack looking for us. Boy, did we get it for that one. It was worth it, though. We got the autograph, didn’t we? That was a great day. Oh, the stories we would tell. Hey Johnny. Do you remember summer camp in 8th grade? That was the year that we took the canoe out on that windy day. “Oh, it’ll be fine,” you told me. It didn’t work out quite like that, remember? We both looked over the side to look at a rock and we tipped over. The water was so cold that day. We sat in a canoe full of water and paddled in that day. Jim Robinson was laughing at us, but we sure got him, didn’t we? We went into his tent that night and scared him half to death with that mask you had. That thing was so scary. Jim sat up in his bed and ran out of the tent. He never laughed at us again, did he? Oh, the stories we would tell. Hey Johnny. Do you remember our first real date? It was our sophomore year. We doubled that night. You went with Jenny Albertson, and I went with Alice Fredricks. We went to that little diner near the city limits. We had a great time. You and Jenny really hit it off. You guys must have played footsie all through the meal. That, and I don’t think a bolt of lightning could have separated your stares. Alice and I just watched and smiled. It was like we were your parents, watching invisibly. You talked about that date for a week. I had never seen you so happy in your life, that was until you kissed her a couple weeks later. Alice and I just looked on smiles upon our faces. Invisible again, just in the shadows. That was the beginning of two beautiful relationships. Oh, the stories we would tell. Hey Johnny. Do you remember that camping trip we took after out junior year? We went out to Montana and slept under the stars. It was a great time hiking through the hills and the woods. We nearly got ourselves lost on that trip. For two days our mothers sat at home worried sick. We lost the map and wandered to find the way back. It was a long two days. By the end of those two days, we had our futures planned out. Everything, down to what we were going to eat when we got back. We should have packed more food. We ate like horses when we finally got back. It was a wonderful experience. Oh, the stories we would tell. Hey Johnny. You’re supposed be helping me tell these stories. You can’t be lying there dead, we have so many stories to tell. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. You were going to go to Florida and play football. You were going to marry Jenny Albertson, and I was going to be your best man. You were going to play pro football, and I was going to be your agent. You were supposed to be the best man at my wedding. We were supposed to grow old together. We were supposed to visit each other’s grandchildren. Then we would tell the stories we were supposed to tell. |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
MW, this was a great story, looking over all the good times together while faced with a bad. The end wasn't shocking, but it showed some creativity and a good structure. I really enjoyed your story, you have a lot of talent. Abrahm Simons "...Watching fate as it flows down the path we have chose" - Trent Reznor, "We're in this Together" |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
This is a good story. I am new to prose so I won't try to comment!!! Love and hugs, Lizzie  |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
Look at the stories you did tell ! I enjoyed this greatly. A wonderful tribute to a friend. |
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Alwye
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Member Elite
since 1999-06-16
Posts 3850In the space between moments |
Exellent, MV. A very startling ending, but it fit very well. Exellent work, this brings forth some very serious thoughts for me. Keep up the great work.  *Krista Knutson* As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins. ~*Albert Schweitzer*~ |
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