I've always believed that writing is about sharing. And in that spirit, I wanted to give my loyal book readers a little gift - a free short story called Buddy's Buddy, which I wrote when I was 17 in my Creative Writing class at Miami Beach High School. My teacher, Mrs. Ricki Weyhe, liked it so much that she read it outloud in class. Two years later in a college English class, we had a similar assignment of writing a short story and I revised this one. My professor Michael Hettich enjoyed the story that he too shared it with the class. (His eyes misted as he reached the end of the story.) It's the kind of story you may want to read to a child before bed or in a park where squirrels run about. Happy holidays and New Year!
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As soon as he sees the clock turn to 2:00, Buddy runs straight to the forest by his house. He likes to sit under one of the shady pines where a path ends. He enjoys talking to a squirrel that lives in a pine. Buddy stays there each day until sundown. When the sun sets, the woods become too dark for Buddy to find his way out.
“Murphy!” Buddy yells with enthusiasm. Buddy’s smile returns and his sadness disappears. Murphy Squirrel faces him with a grin that reveals little ivory teeth. Buddy sits with Murphy and enjoys his limited time with him. Buddy brings him a bag of peanuts and almonds. He remembers that Murphy enjoys the taste of the fresh peanuts his mom packs for him in his lunch bag.
“Who are you?” Buddy asks shivering.
Ollie quickly soars to the sky in hopes of seeing the path. He flies higher and higher and sees a two-story brown wooden house with thick gray smoke pouring out of the chimney.
Ollie asks Buddy if his house has a chimney and if it is on the outskirts of the woods. Buddy’s eyes widen and his mouth becomes a black hole.
“It was real. I could hear Murphy talking to me,’’ he says to himself.
But then he realizes that it was a dream since all he could hear were his thoughts and nothing else.
Buddy could always hear Murphy in his thoughts.