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The Day I Lost My Best Friend

Updated on April 23, 2017
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Molly writes under the pen name M. Allman. If you would like to read more of her work, you can find her books on Amazon Kindle.

Every time I stroll along the old wooden bridge to cross Clover Creek it brings back memories of the summer I lost my best friend. I was a bit younger then, and he had been with me all my life We spend many summer days hunting, fishing and messing around in the woods. At first, I blamed myself. if only I hadn't gotten distracted and lagged behind, he wouldn’t have wandered on ahead.

He was killed by a hit and run driver who came barreling down the old country road, and I guess didn’t have control of his car as it careened across the gravel. The driver’s horn blared right before the accident. I called out a warning to my friend, but he didn’t attempt to move. He turned to look at me, his floppy ears swinging as his head swung my direction. Duke had a sparkle in his brown eyes and a dead possum clutched in his teeth.

“NO! Duke,” I screamed as his body flew through the air and into the cornfield next to the road. The car made no effort to stop and quickly disappeared in a thick cloud of dust. I raced to him as tears streamed down my face. It was too late.

Old Duke enjoyed sniffing out the occasional rotting carcass, and he never passed up the chance to chew on a possum or squirrel, especially one easy to catch - dead. He was the best friend a man could ever have. I’ll never forget our adventures and the way he sloppily licked my face as we rested together in the grass after a long day. It has been around 10 years ago now, but that surreal memory will stay with me forever.


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