Two little children went walking down a gravel road, alongside the railroad tracks.
One dressed in blue, one in pink. Said Wednesday to Pugsley, "Are you cold? If so I can bring you a coat."
Pugsley looked up to heaven and surly replied, "No, Wednesday I don't need a coat. It is just a soft breeze and I don't need such things."
Wednesday smiled and look down, "Pugsley, I brought a basket to collect your things."
Pugsley looked thoughtfully over to Wednesday and took her hand, "Then we shall walk together." He smiled wistfully.
Two children gathered strange bits of fluff drifting in the air.
Pugsley reflected thoughtfully, "Hey Wednesday, I should look on the bright side." A silence weighed heavily upon the air as they continued.
After a while, Wednesday stopped and arched her eyebrows as she patiently waited for Pugsley's eyes to rest upon her countenance.
Finally Pugsley exhaled reflexively and spoke, "I will no longer worry about dust bunnies eating me or my box getting wet."
Both continued in silence, Wednesday swinging Pugsley's arm as she balanced the basket handle in the crook of her arm.
As they reached their goal, all the tuffs filled the basket, tenderly gathered and loved.
Wednesday called out, "Pugsley, Do you hear them?"
He strained to hear, his eyes swept along the roadsides, "Yes, Wednesday I do. Who are they? Did they suffer the same disrespect as I did?"
Wednesday bowed her head with the gravest of expressions, sapphire eyes glistening, "No dearest Pugsley, they suffered far worse."
Her eyes scanned warily following Pugsley's gaze.
"Pugsley, they were dumped here years ago, murdered." She breathed. A collective shiver passed through the children. Pugsley kicked a rock.
"Wednesday, what are we to do?" He shifted nervously.
Wednesday straightened her back and looked determined.
Imperiously she said, "Pugsley, you will never be forgotten; but these souls are never remembered. We shall greet them and offer them tea. We shall listen, learn and love."
Pugsley thought for a moment, straightened his back and wrapped his arm protectively around his dear Wednesday, "You're right Wednesday!" He quietly placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead as a tear rolled down his cheek.
Wednesday pulled the basket closely to her chest and spoke emphatically, "Oh Pugsley! Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, the wind may carry us but it is not forever."
Another larger tear fell upon her shoulder and she shook. "Pugsley, I will not desert you."
He rubbed his cheek upon her forehead gently saying, "I know, I know." His breathe raggedly exhaled; they both continued together.
Wednesday, October 24 2013...