There is something quite fetching about a golden retriever. Now, how about retrieving lost love?
It seems as if our four-legged ones are more forgiving then the ones who hold the leash or toss the stick. Sam takes an opportunity to remind Lindsey that living swell is the best doggone revenge. Here is
by Josh LaMore
He walked the park to remind himself of what it must have been like when the grasses were a wild 6 to 8 feet tall, with forests, beasts, and unknowns abound. That would have been before the cutting, burning, killing, and destruction of the land and its spirit for the eventual profits of farming. What a tragic thing to be proud of, he thought. Not that New York City is much better, but it has culture and revolution. Everybody knows everybody in the Midwest and nothing ever progresses. There’s nowhere you can go without running into someone who knows you.
Jeffrey came tearing out of the prairie grasses with a stick, twice the length of his body, in his mouth. He was the last one Sam expected to run into, but it wasn’t a disappointment. Even though the happy go lucky mutt was no longer a puppy, he remembered Sam well, putting the stick at his feet like he used to.
“Hi Jeffrey! What are you doing out here, you beautiful boy?” Sam broke the stick in half and threw it. Jeffrey hurtled after it. He knew this meant Lindsey wasn’t far behind.
She came around the curve of the sidewalk, holding a leash and one of those trendy plush dog toys that Jeffery never cared about but she always tried to get him to play with. The witch. Boots, designer jeans, and a funny cut top that made her think she was unique and therefore better than everyone else. Aviators propped in her red hair. Another statement.
“Hey Linds.” “Oh my god! What are you doing here?” “Just visiting. How have you been?” “I’m good. Can you believe I’m a teacher and married to Derick? It’s crazy running into you.” “Yeah… crazy. ” His mind plunged into the ride they took to Bloomington through that winter storm to see their new lovers. She was bitter that whole car ride because of how he looked in the clothes she had once picked out and made him buy with the last of his money. She was the one who had cheated on him with Derick, what did she have to be bitter about?
“What are you up to these days? Still in a band? I saw Steven a few nights ago at the Beat Kitchen, his band just got back from Europe. Everybody loves them now, it’s so annoying. I liked them long before they blew up.”
“Cool.” I don’t give a shit, he thought. Eleven years hasn’t been long enough. “No. No band. No music, thank god. I’m a writer now, in New York. I worked for Central Park, saw all the National Parks out west, and recently traveled Europe. I’ll admit, I thought all those things were stupid when we were dating. You were the one who planned to be a fashion writer, move to New York City, and walk Central Park every day. Funny how I ended up living out your dreams and you became a school teacher.”