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The last chase
Sunday, September 13, 2009
By EMSeppo
On the fourth day of his watch, a white prophet came to visit. She waited by the steps, sighing intermittently. Sometime later, she spoke with a voice so soothing that it could have tamed an angry tsunami.
A mishap, or fortune? That even one so universally despised would acquire such unconditional love?
I anticipated this moment, yet I encouraged it… Do the needs of many justify the pain inflicted on you now, little one?
Again sighing, she looked down feeling a sudden pang of guilt. Next moment, she raised her chin, with her eyes shining of resolve.
Consider this as a small gift, and forgive me, my friend!
With those words hanging in balance, she bent down and caressed his ears. The wind surged at that moment, bringing with it a hint of peppermint-apple smell from the nearby Orfluer flowers…
Bartalbe’s ears pricked up, his entire self coming out of a deep paralysis. Graced with a blessing, he looked up and whined happily at the stranger besides him. As if grinning, his tongue lolled out and he started licking her toes.
Farewell, my friend! Go now while the pain is kept at bay!
Bartalbe leapt out happily, seemingly chasing a squirrel that was never there.
Bartalbe roaming the woods in happier times
The last chase
Sunday, September 13, 2009
By EMSeppo
On the fourth day of his watch, a white prophet came to visit. She waited by the steps, sighing intermittently. Sometime later, she spoke with a voice so soothing that it could have tamed an angry tsunami.
A mishap, or fortune? That even one so universally despised would acquire such unconditional love?
I anticipated this moment, yet I encouraged it… Do the needs of many justify the pain inflicted on you now, little one?
Again sighing, she looked down feeling a sudden pang of guilt. Next moment, she raised her chin, with her eyes shining of resolve.
Consider this as a small gift, and forgive me, my friend!
With those words hanging in balance, she bent down and caressed his ears. The wind surged at that moment, bringing with it a hint of peppermint-apple smell from the nearby Orfluer flowers…
Bartalbe’s ears pricked up, his entire self coming out of a deep paralysis. Graced with a blessing, he looked up and whined happily at the stranger besides him. As if grinning, his tongue lolled out and he started licking her toes.
Farewell, my friend! Go now while the pain is kept at bay!
Bartalbe leapt out happily, seemingly chasing a squirrel that was never there.
Bartalbe roaming the woods in happier times