Wednesday
May072008
50x365 #229: Tricia D.
Wednesday, May 7, 2008 We didn’t play together often, because you always tried to feed me raw wieners and soda water, but I felt so sad when your father drove over your little dog with his semi truck. Nothing was left but a smear of blood and fur, and you hated him for weeks.
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Reader Comments (5)
Sorry that I don't have anything to put in your Suggestions. But I have read you for some time and enjoy the way your mind wanders. I particularly like the X365's that you do, encapsulating someone in just a few words. Wish I could capture the essence of anyone at anytime, like you can. Keep on writin', bitchin', whinin', whatever.
Thank you!
You don't have to worry about me stopping writing. I'm just a wee bit addicted to it.
Is it sick that I just busted out laughing at that snippet? I mean I LOVE dogs. I really do. But something about your frankness just made me snarf my drink.
Wow. What a fun read.
That's one of the saddest stories I've ever heard.