My brave friend

horse

My father wanted to see me strong but throughout my childhood I continued to remain a frightened boy. Today, I’m an altered person but that change in my personality is due to an accident.

On one foggy day, I and my friend went for a morning walk when a pack of wild dogs attacked us. The mere sight of furious dogs made me to shiver and losing my control, I fell on the ground. The next moment, I saw my friend providing me a shield but the dogs confronted him. I remember them locking their jaws around his neck and to this day, I’m ashamed of my decision.

I ran for my life.

Sitting beside the window, I’m watching the melancholy shades of late afternoon sun. It’s been ten years now but the memories of that incident are still fresh.

I remember reading that only a horse is known to weep for its dying master but today the master is crying for his faithful friend.

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Back in June 2015, I wrote this piece for Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers.

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6 thoughts on “My brave friend

  1. A very hard lesson learned and a lifetime of regret. If we could only relive parts of our life and make corrections it would be great. We really do not know how we will react in a situation like that until we are faced with it. Great story!

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