Can You Beat It?

by Ben McLeod




7 June 2009 (1500 words)
My name is Christina Jacqueline Johns. This is a genuine tale about a starting AND an ending:
Nathan Johnson, on his front porch, in his housecoat and slippers, ran his hand along the top of the new puppy’s head and then picked up the Tallahassee Democrat.
He groaned as he straightened up. Bending about had grow to be difficult. Squatting down had grow to be damn near impossible.
At the golf course, he had amused himself with the thought of hiring a caddy just to select up the ball. Then, he amused himself even far more by considering about a putter with a little wire circle attached to the stop that would slip over the ball and contract so he would not have to bend more than to get it out of the hole.
As Art Linkletter had mentioned a long time before: Getting older was not for sissies.
The puppy trotted behind Nathan as he shuffled towards the kitchen.
"Ain’t no person fed you?" He asked the puppy, who wagged his tail obligingly.
As Nathan achieved the kitchen area, he could see that nobody had fed the puppy. Wanda should not be up.
He place the paper beneath his arm and walked towards the visitor bed room exactly where Wanda typically slept when she arrived home late.
The puppy place its tail down and followed, disappointed to be relocating away from the kitchen area as an alternative of towards it.
Nathan open the door, but nothing at all was disturbed. The area was just like Wanda liked it. Looked like a frilly French

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