
There was a dog outside and it kept barking for some reason. Ah yes, it was chained and the chain was terribly short and the poor animal was hungry.
Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it. No, mother wanted it to die because it had been father’s dog, inherited along with the house after father died. Mother forbade feeding the poor thing.
Her child stood next to the window and listened to the poor thing barking outside. It was better than listening to mother drinking and talking ugly words with her boyfriends.
He opened the window and the dog saw him immediately and barked at him. He wanted to cry. Tried talking to the creature but it wouldn’t listen. It kept barking.
“Mother would cut my hand off if she caught me stealing food for you.”
But he was a smart kid. He leaned over the window and thrust two fingers down…
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Great story Bogdan… 😊
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(๑ ˃̵ᴗ ˂̵)و Many thanks, Silent Poetry!
This one was inspired by a rather wholesome story I’ve read somewhere. Though, as usual, I added a less than wholesome spin on it. It just felt like the right thing to do
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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😊… That’s cool. I love your unwholesomeness
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٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶
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This is a heart wrenching story.
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Thanks ლ(╹◡╹ლ)
It’s funny cuz it was inspired from a very heartwarming one 🙃
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Or would it be better to say heart retching?
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( ⊃。•́‿•̀。)⊃ welp, it’s all a matter of perspective, I guess 😉
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A beautiful play, Heroes of the Fourth Turning, contains a moment when a drunken character retches when he tries to pray the rosary, and heart wrenchingly, he feels so wretched. Wrench, retch, wretch … poetical turns full of poetical use – and life’s poetical turn is transposing the heart wrenching and the heart warming, and suddenly the key shifts.
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(๑•̀ㅂ•́)ง✧ It’s moments like those that make me love fiction over reality :))
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Guess you did your usual “far side” version. 🙃
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Beautifully resonating, in the sad broken place of human spirit, which accepts the kindness it finds with quiet resignation to present pain, a place where hope feels daring, and which accepts the ache of giving in austerely limited ways from the reserves of what we have. Somewhere in the human spirit gratitude, even in misery.
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It’s a poignant short story.
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(⌒∇⌒)ノ”” Thank you!
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Very heart touching story
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٩( ^ᴗ^ )۶ Thank you!
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so the kid learned to be bulemic…. just kidding.. hmmmm.. sometimes love put you far beyond your capabilities, and its amusing how people make ways to make it happen…
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Yep, when it’s about love, human beings will always find a way
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Very well said
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