AN: A bit dark, not too much though. Just something I wrote about two years
ago, and I thought I would post it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue's Clues.
***
Was it really him? It couldn't possibly be. He had been missing for over five years. But yet, he looked so much like Steve. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I walked over to his table and said, "Hello, my name is Joe, and I'm sorry for bothering you, but you seem to look like my big brother Steve, and I was wondering if you were him."
He looked at me curiously and said, "No, I'm sorry, my name is Stu. I live at 828 east 7th street. I have a moose and four dogs and one and a half chickens. My moose's name is Fluff Ball. I call my dogs Red, Flurple, Vermilion, and Pete. And while I haven't named my one and a half chicken, I am thinking about Bud. I'm sorry I am not who you thought I was, but keep looking and I am sure you will find him."
"oh its alright." I mumbled sadly as I walked back to my table. I paid the bill, then ignoring the cab caller, I started to walk home. My house wasn't very far and I needed time to think. I missed my brother terribly; it just wasn't the same without him. I walked up the sidewalk and unlocked the door. As I stepped inside, I turned on the light and thought, not for the first time, how lonely the house seemed.
I closed my eyes and imagined that I heard the happy voice of Blue greeting me. But of course when I opened my eyes she is not there. As I walked over and sat in the "Thinking Chair" I thought about how quiet this house is without her. No one in the house has been the same sense she was killed by that Dang mailbox. I guess he finally got tired of everyone loving Blue and not him.
Blue was my best friend and the only one I ever loved, not including my brother. Though she was really his dog I suppose, I was just watching her while he was at college. And that's where he'd still be if not for that tramp, Maggie.
Oh Steve was always the romantic one of the family; he met her in the library on the college campus. The moment he saw her, he wrote to tell me he was "in love".
Oh how blind I was, I knew I didn't like her, but I put my feelings aside and said how happy I was for him. But of course Maggie couldn't like Steve for who he was, she told him she could never marry a man who wasn't in the army. So, of course, what else was there for him to do, he enlisted.
He was only in boot camp for two weeks before the war broke out, and he was sent to serve in the front lines. He wrote me from his army camp to tell me he was doing fine, he sounded pretty much like himself in the letter. But alas, only two days after receiving his letter I got a telegram saying he was taken as a POW in an enemy camp, and there was no way of telling whether he was alive or not.
All this happened just a little over five years ago. And even though all my searching thus far has been in vain, I will never stop searching until I find my big brother.
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue's Clues.
***
Was it really him? It couldn't possibly be. He had been missing for over five years. But yet, he looked so much like Steve. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I walked over to his table and said, "Hello, my name is Joe, and I'm sorry for bothering you, but you seem to look like my big brother Steve, and I was wondering if you were him."
He looked at me curiously and said, "No, I'm sorry, my name is Stu. I live at 828 east 7th street. I have a moose and four dogs and one and a half chickens. My moose's name is Fluff Ball. I call my dogs Red, Flurple, Vermilion, and Pete. And while I haven't named my one and a half chicken, I am thinking about Bud. I'm sorry I am not who you thought I was, but keep looking and I am sure you will find him."
"oh its alright." I mumbled sadly as I walked back to my table. I paid the bill, then ignoring the cab caller, I started to walk home. My house wasn't very far and I needed time to think. I missed my brother terribly; it just wasn't the same without him. I walked up the sidewalk and unlocked the door. As I stepped inside, I turned on the light and thought, not for the first time, how lonely the house seemed.
I closed my eyes and imagined that I heard the happy voice of Blue greeting me. But of course when I opened my eyes she is not there. As I walked over and sat in the "Thinking Chair" I thought about how quiet this house is without her. No one in the house has been the same sense she was killed by that Dang mailbox. I guess he finally got tired of everyone loving Blue and not him.
Blue was my best friend and the only one I ever loved, not including my brother. Though she was really his dog I suppose, I was just watching her while he was at college. And that's where he'd still be if not for that tramp, Maggie.
Oh Steve was always the romantic one of the family; he met her in the library on the college campus. The moment he saw her, he wrote to tell me he was "in love".
Oh how blind I was, I knew I didn't like her, but I put my feelings aside and said how happy I was for him. But of course Maggie couldn't like Steve for who he was, she told him she could never marry a man who wasn't in the army. So, of course, what else was there for him to do, he enlisted.
He was only in boot camp for two weeks before the war broke out, and he was sent to serve in the front lines. He wrote me from his army camp to tell me he was doing fine, he sounded pretty much like himself in the letter. But alas, only two days after receiving his letter I got a telegram saying he was taken as a POW in an enemy camp, and there was no way of telling whether he was alive or not.
All this happened just a little over five years ago. And even though all my searching thus far has been in vain, I will never stop searching until I find my big brother.
