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 Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:08 pm
"Yes..." Alan said, looking off into the distance. The blood red sun, sinking deeper and deeper into the horizon of tropical trees...when they were little, Rebecca always wanted to go the Caribbean with him. As they grew older, they never got the chance.
Tearwater filled his eyes suddenly, threatening to spill out onto his long cheeks. Rebecca...God, Rebecca. The Donkey seemed to have cleared out a wall that Alan had built up over the years to protect him from the plain fact that his sister was dead, gone forever, and he pushed his last chance to see her away simply out of spite. He was going to lose it, very soon.
Alan turned back to Ryan, trying to hide his tears in the fading sunset. "Well, it's getting late," he said quickly. "I'd better get back to my duplex. Nice to meet you, Ryan...and I'm sorry that I got you."
He trotted away, turning back to yell, "Let's keep this our little secret! Thanks, Ryan!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 7:23 pm
Ryan yelled back; "No problem! I'll never speak of it again."
Watching the donkey-man trot away on his hooves, Ryan was struck with the absurdity of the situation. His nerves were shot after the day's events, and he hurt and bled in several places. And he had just waved goodbye to a donkey that used to be a person.
He started to laugh, and couldn't stop for the longest time.
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