Words failed me as I stared at the body. It was my usual Sunday trip up to Yukon trail. I had changed the date to Monday since Christmas vacation allowed me to take my kids. Because of social distancing, the week day seemed a good choice.
It was so cold it seemed the still body was just laying there, resting, instead of instantly being afraid of her. I hustled the kids to sit away, next to a tree. I was tempted to say everything would be all right, but I’m sure they would know better.
It was late afternoon before we heard the FBI helicopter fly in to do a forensics search. The kids and I will forever remember that Christmas tragedy.
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Right in the middle of a developing drama in an unfinished story. Can be an interesting storyline to develop further!
Hank
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The sort of thing that will color all their future Christmas memories. Perhaps, when older, they may get some mileage out of relating the experience to their friends, exaggerating just a bit.
Thankfully, it’s fiction! It’s funny how so many readers will assume poems are autobiographical, when usually mine aren’t. This week’s is biographical though.
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Yes people do assume.
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Oh wow! Is this a true story? xo
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Nope, thank heavens
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Oh my goodness thank goodness it’s not 😝😊
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