Post by Nittanylizard on May 19, 2007 20:11:33 GMT -5
I know it's over, and I already posted, but inspiration can be rather sporadic and often disagrees with my schedule 
. This one just hit me about an hour ago, so since it fits in with the May theme and I'm happy with it as-is I thought I'd go ahead and share it.
The Rich One
It was nearly time for the bell to ring, so I sat myself in the soft green grass and waited. He came out through the front doors almost every day, and just the thought of him made my heart pound faster. He wasn’t just any old boy. He was one of the rich ones, and I wished every day that I would someday be his.
Sure, there were lots of boys who came out through those doors. Most of them didn’t pay any attention to me, though, like I wasn’t even there. I shook my blond hair out of my eyes and nearly quivered with excitement when the bell rang, right on schedule.
While I sat there and waited, my eyes fixed on the door, one of those poor boys walked a little too close to me. Just the smell wafting off of him was nearly enough to knock me down. I glanced over, just to be polite, but he threw me a revolted look. “Get out of here. You don’t belong here.” I turned away and ignored him. The boy I was waiting for would be glad to see me. He was one of the rich ones, not one of those dirty-smelling poor boys.
They were all the same, the poor ones. They made me feel kind of sad about myself. They laughed at me, and they sometimes threw things at me, and their words were laced with disgust, no matter how friendly I was to them. So, I tried to ignore them.
But the rich boy, he never made me feel bad. He always smelled just fine, and without fail, he always brought me a gift. He loved me, and I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone.
“Get out of here!”
I startled when something struck me in the side, and one of the poor boys, the ones who clearly didn’t have anything of value, waved an arm at me.
“Hey! Leave her alone!”
I smiled at the sound of his voice and snapped my head around. He was here! He smiled back at me and reached into his pocket as he approached, so I stood up. Like I said, he was one of the rich ones, and he always had something to give me.
“Hey there, girl.” He patted my head and held a piece of rolled-up lunchmeat in front of my nose. I took it carefully, making certain that my teeth didn’t so much as scrape his gentle hand. I licked his fingers and smiled up at him. My tail thumped the ground behind me when he reached into his pocket again. “Want a little more? There ya’ go.”
“Pony! Let’s go!”
The boy knelt in front of me and wrapped an arm around me. “I need to go now, girl. See you tomorrow?”
I ran my tongue over his cheek and leaned into him. I knew he loved me, because even if he couldn’t take me to live with him, he always gave me everything I needed, everything I wanted, and everything he had. No matter what the day, for the price of a smile and a wag of my tail, his pockets and his heart were never empty.
He was one of the rich ones.
. This one just hit me about an hour ago, so since it fits in with the May theme and I'm happy with it as-is I thought I'd go ahead and share it.The Rich One
It was nearly time for the bell to ring, so I sat myself in the soft green grass and waited. He came out through the front doors almost every day, and just the thought of him made my heart pound faster. He wasn’t just any old boy. He was one of the rich ones, and I wished every day that I would someday be his.
Sure, there were lots of boys who came out through those doors. Most of them didn’t pay any attention to me, though, like I wasn’t even there. I shook my blond hair out of my eyes and nearly quivered with excitement when the bell rang, right on schedule.
While I sat there and waited, my eyes fixed on the door, one of those poor boys walked a little too close to me. Just the smell wafting off of him was nearly enough to knock me down. I glanced over, just to be polite, but he threw me a revolted look. “Get out of here. You don’t belong here.” I turned away and ignored him. The boy I was waiting for would be glad to see me. He was one of the rich ones, not one of those dirty-smelling poor boys.
They were all the same, the poor ones. They made me feel kind of sad about myself. They laughed at me, and they sometimes threw things at me, and their words were laced with disgust, no matter how friendly I was to them. So, I tried to ignore them.
But the rich boy, he never made me feel bad. He always smelled just fine, and without fail, he always brought me a gift. He loved me, and I loved him more than I had ever loved anyone.
“Get out of here!”
I startled when something struck me in the side, and one of the poor boys, the ones who clearly didn’t have anything of value, waved an arm at me.
“Hey! Leave her alone!”
I smiled at the sound of his voice and snapped my head around. He was here! He smiled back at me and reached into his pocket as he approached, so I stood up. Like I said, he was one of the rich ones, and he always had something to give me.
“Hey there, girl.” He patted my head and held a piece of rolled-up lunchmeat in front of my nose. I took it carefully, making certain that my teeth didn’t so much as scrape his gentle hand. I licked his fingers and smiled up at him. My tail thumped the ground behind me when he reached into his pocket again. “Want a little more? There ya’ go.”
“Pony! Let’s go!”
The boy knelt in front of me and wrapped an arm around me. “I need to go now, girl. See you tomorrow?”
I ran my tongue over his cheek and leaned into him. I knew he loved me, because even if he couldn’t take me to live with him, he always gave me everything I needed, everything I wanted, and everything he had. No matter what the day, for the price of a smile and a wag of my tail, his pockets and his heart were never empty.
He was one of the rich ones.
