We were so little, yet I still manage to have an abundance of memories full of our adventures. I enjoyed the ones involving travel soccer the most. Even though you weren't MVP like me, we both managed to make it the greatest hour of our school-packed day. You were my best friend for four years. I was positive we had a friendship headed for lasting a lifetime. People change though, and that's exactly what we did. We changed. I sometimes think of my school time in Bangor. And each year on October 27, I mentally wish you a happy birthday.
You wouldn't even be two. I'm aware animals have short lives, but one year is too short. You weren't even a full grown cat. I only have myself to blame. Demi, it was I who saw you last. I brought you inside because the basement gave me the creeps and I needed company. I was ignorant of an open trapdoor until I saw you prance up the wooden steps like the little princess you were. I swore under my breath, but I was under the impression I'd be seeing you for supper. I still look hoping to see you run out from behind the bushes each morning to greet me before I rush off to school.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry over Demi and the trap door--it's horrible but has a bit of a farcical element too. Do they make a laugh/cry emoticon? Anyway, that piece catches the right tone of these pieces.
ReplyDeleteI think the first one needs one detail, one small hook, to set the material in the reader's mind, though it's certainly in the right ballpark.