Murdo Girl…Gone 2

I was walking through the park and fighting back the tears. I had never felt this sad in all my thirty years.

My job was going nowhere and I couldn’t pay my bills. It seemed no matter where I turned, I was always climbing hills.

My best friend and I weren’t speaking. We’d had some silly fight. I had given up on sleeping. I just cried all night.

I hadn’t seen my family since many years before. There was just one, anyway, I truly did adore.

The sound of someone whistling broke through my  melancholy. I looked around but all I saw was a little border collie.

He was sitting near an empty bench. He appeared to be alone. He was guarding two possessions, a small bag and a chewed-up bone.

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I felt drawn to the park bench. I was feeling so fatigued, but even more than that, I was profoundly intrigued.

I feared the little dog might leave but instead… he moved closer to my knee where he laid his weary head.

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Several minutes later I opened my eyes to see that he had picked up his small bag. Was he giving it to me?

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He dropped it on the bench and nudged it closer to my hand. I looked inside and what I saw I could not understand.

I found two things inside the bag…a letter and a key. The thing I could not believe? The letter was addressed to me.

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I fumbled with the envelope and found a note within,  but before I could begin to read, I heard the whistling again.

Before I knew it, I was whistling along. Where could I have heard that familiar song?

And I’ll sing you the songs of the rainbow,
Whisper all the joy that is mine.
The leaves will bow down when you walk by,
And morning bells will chime.
I’ll walk in the rain by your side,
I’ll cling to the warmth of your tiny hand.
I’ll do anything to help you understand,
I’ll love you more than anybody can
(Peter, Paul and Mary)

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Part 2 of Gone 2, next post…I promised you it wouldn’t be sad…Trust me.

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