Old Gray Mare
TB Fanatic
I am attempting something a little longer and different than what I normally post. Be warned this one is dark. Hope you like it. - OGM
Silver
Chapter 1
Collin wasn't much as family go but he was mine and that meant something if only to me. He did make sure I got fed, well sometimes and would slip me some cash when he had it which wasn't often. Lately he been more generous than usual. We were blood but only great Aunt Mary knew how and she was long gone. In his own way Collin cared about me. Not enough to provide a home or anything permanent. That wasn't him.
Collin was a fool for a cute butt and the possibilities that came with it. It didn't take much to get him seriously interested in those possibilities. He didn't say much about her but the way he said it sounded like trouble.
I watched but kept my distance. Yeah he messed with stuff and people that he should have left alone but that was Collin. He always knew better than me, acted like he was invincible or something. Think he would listen to me? That was not goin ta happen. He had no business doing what he was doing with who he was doing it with, where and when he was doin' it. Didn't take a message from God to know that some'in bad was going to happen. That was Collin.
The Police are still "investigating" the case. My investigation ended shortly after Hey You told me where to find what was left of him. He didn't look high. Somebody said his real name was Kevin. He worked off and on at a local garage that always managed to "find" hard to get car parts at a good price. Something was wrong. Hey You always opens a conversation with a joke or funny story. Not this time. I didn't believe him but went to look anyway, carefully. Bloody bits of bones and scraps of his hoody were scattered here and there, the stink of pee and flies. I remember the flies. Then I was sure and I ran. I ran. I ran until my side hurt so bad the run became a trot. Then a limp. Then I was leaning on a building feeling sick inside. It took a while for my breathing to catch up with my body.
It's not that they didn't think I knew who they were or what they'd done. They just didn't care. They were scavengers. They look for those they can separate out away from family and friends and get alone. Collin was just the latest one they'd taken down. What they didn't know is I knew what they were. If they knew that I'd have been dead to.
This storyis copy righted. - Old Gray Mare 06-09-15.
Silver
Chapter 1
Collin wasn't much as family go but he was mine and that meant something if only to me. He did make sure I got fed, well sometimes and would slip me some cash when he had it which wasn't often. Lately he been more generous than usual. We were blood but only great Aunt Mary knew how and she was long gone. In his own way Collin cared about me. Not enough to provide a home or anything permanent. That wasn't him.
Collin was a fool for a cute butt and the possibilities that came with it. It didn't take much to get him seriously interested in those possibilities. He didn't say much about her but the way he said it sounded like trouble.
I watched but kept my distance. Yeah he messed with stuff and people that he should have left alone but that was Collin. He always knew better than me, acted like he was invincible or something. Think he would listen to me? That was not goin ta happen. He had no business doing what he was doing with who he was doing it with, where and when he was doin' it. Didn't take a message from God to know that some'in bad was going to happen. That was Collin.
The Police are still "investigating" the case. My investigation ended shortly after Hey You told me where to find what was left of him. He didn't look high. Somebody said his real name was Kevin. He worked off and on at a local garage that always managed to "find" hard to get car parts at a good price. Something was wrong. Hey You always opens a conversation with a joke or funny story. Not this time. I didn't believe him but went to look anyway, carefully. Bloody bits of bones and scraps of his hoody were scattered here and there, the stink of pee and flies. I remember the flies. Then I was sure and I ran. I ran. I ran until my side hurt so bad the run became a trot. Then a limp. Then I was leaning on a building feeling sick inside. It took a while for my breathing to catch up with my body.
It's not that they didn't think I knew who they were or what they'd done. They just didn't care. They were scavengers. They look for those they can separate out away from family and friends and get alone. Collin was just the latest one they'd taken down. What they didn't know is I knew what they were. If they knew that I'd have been dead to.
This storyis copy righted. - Old Gray Mare 06-09-15.
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