Happy BirthdayA Story by authorised1960 Someone remembers... He’d stopped bothering with his birthday. Who was there to care anymore now that he was all alone? Alone, that is, except for Buster, his dog. Buster was also getting on in years and, like the man, had not many more birthdays left in him.
The rattle of the letterbox and the sound of items falling to the floor roused him from his reverie. One item caught his eye, something that was unmistakably a greetings card.
Upon opening it he read "Happy Birthday from Buster (with help from your big sister.)"
Big sisters never forgot birthdays, however old you were. © 2016 authorised1960 |
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Added on July 23, 2016 Last Updated on July 23, 2016 Author
authorised1960United KingdomAboutI am a fifty-five year old single man who lives alone with his beloved dog, Ozzy. I have been writing for over forty-five years - poetry and short stories - and have been published in many small ci.. more..Writing
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