Funeral
A solitary old lady, who was using a walker, inched along a lonely Pallet Town road. She wore a faded yellow shirt and brown plaid pants. Her hair was gray with wisps of orange; her shoes were so dusty that you couldn't tell what color they were. Once were. She wore thick glasses, which were also covered in dust. As she turned onto a lawn, she cursed under her breath; "I told him that he needed to put in a sidewalk!" Finally, the lady reached the door. Instead of knocking, she yelled "Mr. Ketchum! Mr. Ketchum!?" she didn't wait for anyone to come to the door, she just opened it and walked in. "Mr. Ketchum?" she asked.
An elderly man was sitting in a chair staring glumly out the window. "There you are, Mr. Ketchum! Why didn't you answer me?"
"I miss Ash"
The lady sighed "Tracy, you always missed him when he was gone for more that a minute!" she said. "So did I at that." she whispered. "Are you taking care of Ash's pokemon?"
"I try Misty, but they won't come out of their pokeballs, they miss him so much."
At that moment, the doorbell rang. "I wonder who that is, Misty, nobody ever rings the doorbell. Come in, you idiot! Before I go deaf!" (the doorbell had not stopped ringing)
"Hello, I was just passing by...and I wanted to say sorry. I only knew Ash for a little," the elderly man spoke rapidly as he turned to Misty, "But I could tell that... that they were good friends..."
At that point, Tracy, who had pretty much been ignored, butted in "Better than friends!"
"Better than friends", the man agreed, Tracy sat back with a sad but contented look on his face," They loved each other" concluded the man, and he left.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, it's you!"-Misty
"Course, who'd you expect?"
"Well, I thought..."
"...wrong."
"Yeah."
"Well, the party's all here! Let's go outside."-Tracy
Two pairs of eyes glared at him...if looks could kill...One of the pairs wore streaked glasses with black rims, the other wore red rims...from crying. Ash stood there, old with wrinkled clothes and red eyes. Salt from his tears encrusted Ash's face. "My baby..." he muttered from time to time.
Five hours later, after saying goodbye to Ash and Tracy, and promising to visit, Misty left. As alone as she had come, with one pokemon left in a pokeball at her waist (psyduck) and as slowly too. Glancing back, over her shoulder Misty saw Ash, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. Then she saw the tree, and was sad once more. It was a deep sadness, one that left her feeling COLD in the middle of the summer. Under the apple tree in Ash and Tracy's yard was a stone with one flat, polished face. Engraved on that face were two words, Friend Pikachu.
A solitary old lady, who was using a walker, inched along a lonely Pallet Town road. She wore a faded yellow shirt and brown plaid pants. Her hair was gray with wisps of orange; her shoes were so dusty that you couldn't tell what color they were. Once were. She wore thick glasses, which were also covered in dust. As she turned onto a lawn, she cursed under her breath; "I told him that he needed to put in a sidewalk!" Finally, the lady reached the door. Instead of knocking, she yelled "Mr. Ketchum! Mr. Ketchum!?" she didn't wait for anyone to come to the door, she just opened it and walked in. "Mr. Ketchum?" she asked.
An elderly man was sitting in a chair staring glumly out the window. "There you are, Mr. Ketchum! Why didn't you answer me?"
"I miss Ash"
The lady sighed "Tracy, you always missed him when he was gone for more that a minute!" she said. "So did I at that." she whispered. "Are you taking care of Ash's pokemon?"
"I try Misty, but they won't come out of their pokeballs, they miss him so much."
At that moment, the doorbell rang. "I wonder who that is, Misty, nobody ever rings the doorbell. Come in, you idiot! Before I go deaf!" (the doorbell had not stopped ringing)
"Hello, I was just passing by...and I wanted to say sorry. I only knew Ash for a little," the elderly man spoke rapidly as he turned to Misty, "But I could tell that... that they were good friends..."
At that point, Tracy, who had pretty much been ignored, butted in "Better than friends!"
"Better than friends", the man agreed, Tracy sat back with a sad but contented look on his face," They loved each other" concluded the man, and he left.
"Who was that?"
"Oh, it's you!"-Misty
"Course, who'd you expect?"
"Well, I thought..."
"...wrong."
"Yeah."
"Well, the party's all here! Let's go outside."-Tracy
Two pairs of eyes glared at him...if looks could kill...One of the pairs wore streaked glasses with black rims, the other wore red rims...from crying. Ash stood there, old with wrinkled clothes and red eyes. Salt from his tears encrusted Ash's face. "My baby..." he muttered from time to time.
Five hours later, after saying goodbye to Ash and Tracy, and promising to visit, Misty left. As alone as she had come, with one pokemon left in a pokeball at her waist (psyduck) and as slowly too. Glancing back, over her shoulder Misty saw Ash, his shoulders shaking with his sobs. Then she saw the tree, and was sad once more. It was a deep sadness, one that left her feeling COLD in the middle of the summer. Under the apple tree in Ash and Tracy's yard was a stone with one flat, polished face. Engraved on that face were two words, Friend Pikachu.