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The horses died first, then the donkey. Well technically, the neighbors died first, followed by their dog. Then the horses and the donkey.
Mike, digging a trench with the backhoe, tried to make himself laugh so he wouldn’t cry. Should have called that stupid donkey ‘Dug’ instead of ‘Doug’, he thought, L – O – fucking – L.
He scooped a fresh bucket of dirt, backhoe lurching as the track caught the edge of the pit. Through the dusty windshield, he could see his wife stagger across the yard. His laugh crumpled up and died in his throat.
Hello, Gang of Glorious Readers (both of you! haha), Rhea here.
I am entering stories into contests, some of which do not allow any publication of any kind, even on a baby blog like mine. So if you would like to read the entire story, send me your email address and I will forward it to you.
Best always, RDG