Author: Benjamin C. Roy Cory Garrett Rev History Rev .00 - 03/17/2008 Rev .01 - 03/08/2022
The day on which the rain falls…
I woke in tears.
It was Saturday and the game was at 2:30pm.
KC had run away a week and a half earlier. I did not know what to do so I cried all day long. Grown-ups saw my tears and asked compassionately,
“what was wrong?”
I said nothing.
We lost.
On the drive home, my step dad was trying to explain about how there was no such thing as bad soccer players, only inexperienced ones. Donny pulled the van into the driveway and we could see something black and white dangling from a tree in the backyard through the slits in the splintered fence.
It was my dog.
Frisky was a bagel: part beagle, part basset hound.
He was both the smartest and horniest dog I have ever met. He could ascend monkey bars, railings and little boys playing on the play ground with ease. He was a climber, and that Saturday–sometime after we left–he climbed the tree his runner leash was tied to, and fell off.
Donny coldly told me that Frisky hung himself because I had forgot to feed him that morning.
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2 days later my mother received a phone call.
The police had found KC’s body.
She was alive, and in New York Ssss…
That was all I heard before my mom took the new cordless phone into her room and shut the door, but I already knew. KC would come back–she was a fighter, she would always come back–but only part way.
I was too late.