I walk through the rusted gates into lands I've always known. it is dark, and the penlight I take with me creates more mystery than its absence would have. a rustling to my left elicits a jerky arc, and I send my spotlight into the hedge that goes up to my knee, a ball of fur bolts between my legs, and a whine and yip of amiable excitement placate my spiked pulse...
"Oscar, why're you out here buddy? who let you out?" I get on my knees and ruffle his auburn fur, and pat his muzzle...it doesn't occur to me to be suspicious that Oscar died the previous year of old age, and had by that time had grey hairs in his mated fur, and was too lame to gambol as he now did... but then, it never occurred to me that I could share his status; that I could be deceased as well. I took it for granted that I should be at my full height of 6 feet, standing without the aid of crutch or post, when I had spent 5 years prior confined to a wheelchair...A wind came in from the west, picking up momentum at my back. urging me forward.
"seems whatever took me here wants me to continue forward...c'mon boy, I'm glad for the company "...
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