Sandy's song

Life,And old man and a dog.

Apr 20, '08 5:45 AM for everyone

HOWDY FOLKS,

I got up around 3am this morning finding it hard to sleep..While surfing through the World wide Web I found this painting you see here... So I decided to just let my mind wander a bit and make up a story using the Picture... This is what I came up with........

                         "SANDY'S SONG"

As the fall breeze blows across the lake, the scent of fresh red paint masks whatever Nature had to offer this day. Ray had been coming to this very spot, long before Time took his youth. As a child his joy for fishing, far out weighed his yearning for Higher Education, so Most days while his buddies were struggling through one of Miss Meagan's Pop Quizzes, he was struggling to catch the proverbial Big One that always gets away.

Sandy was 90 pounds of Joy, Ray had trained her from a pup. Her job in search and rescue was all she had ever known. The first time Ray set eyes on Sandy he knew she would be special. She had spent the better part of 14 years proving Ray right.

Each and every morning at day break Sandy was ready to go.. She met Ray in the same spot dancing the little dogie Happy Dance,tail wagging in the wind. "Let's go Girl, looks like a storm may be brewing today."He whispered while snapping her leash in place.

The walk to the Lake was just a short walk but this was Rays time to reflect .. It had now been over three years since he had lost his wife. Fifty years of marriage is no small feet in this day. Ray had always hoped they would go together but God had his own plan one cold winters day.

For three years now Ray has made this daily journey. Past the old fire house where he was given Sandy as a gift to his retirement.. The old wooden bridge across Darby's Creek had just about seen it's last day. Ray crossed with caution as the old rotting timber crackled beneath his shoes. "Come on girl, we need to get to stepping if we are gonna beat this storm." Sandy put up small resistance as if she didn't want to leave this bridge that day.... Ray just tugged a little harder forcing her to follow his path.

Over and over Ray tossed the ball out into the lake.... Sandy dove in yelping as if to say.."Throw it farther next time Ray...You call that a challenge?"

The wind really began to howl as they made their way back home. The rain was pelting them with furry as they approached Darby's Creek... The creek was now a raging river the bridge half submerged.. "No choice but to cross it girl." Ray said trying to convince himself......

Half way out he heard a snap and then Rays world went wet.. He could hear Sandy barking wildly as the current swept him away. Time slipped through his fingers with each and every gasp. Nothing seemed to hold him the current was just to strong.

Time now had no meaning as Ray gave in to his demise... All is well in the world It was his time to die.

Sandy knew just what to do, she had done this all her life. She swam through the mud and current to get to her masters side. Somehow she had managed to catch up, she guided Ray toward shore.

This was to be her final call as Ray lay gasping on the bank.... He turned to Sandy's whimpered cry and watched as his best friend slowly sank.............

Ray still comes to this spot each and every day... He cast the ball out to Sandy because she still loves to play. And like before it always returns...... With help from the wind and the waves. Ray just smiles."I'll see ya soon.".......Turns and walks away...............

 

Wear ya smiles today..............kuntry

Reviews

[Fourchance]

I think it could have been much longer, then even though I was surprised by the ending--I could have sat on the edge of my seat and worried more. When its this short I barely got to the edge and he's done his thing and is leaving. It is a wonderful story idea, especially how you introduce the painting and so you have that as an entrance to the imagination, so use the extra time to build some more suspense.

I will read more of your stories as I have time!