A Sad Day for a Dog
A/N: Today, January 23, 2016, is a sad day for me and my family. One of my many uncles, in his 90s died this morning. I cried when my mom told me. Then I thought, "What better way of cheering myself up than writing a story on how I feel?" So, here it is.
Mr. Peabody walked through the graveyard in search of a name. Not just any old name. Sherman's name. It had been 1 whole year since his life was taken by that speeding car as they drove home from Sherman's school. Now, if only Peabody could remember where it was.
"Peabody, how could you forget where your own son was buried?" Mr. Peabody thought as he searched for his son's tombstone. Then, he finally found it. He walked up to it. The flowers his best friend, Mabeline Ray, had placed beside it brought out how much he really liked, no, loved his son. "Why did you have to go so young? Why wasn't it me?" He asked himself as tears started to form in his eyes. He stared at the plain grey tombstone as he started to break down, crying as he fell to the ground.
R.I.P
Here lies Sherman L. Peabody
Son of a time traveler,
A precious seed of faith, kindness, & intelligence
His soul remains within us all
"Sherman, I wish you were here, in my arms!" he yelled as tears streamed down is face. "IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" he screamed as it started to rain. He lifted his head towards the raging sky as it began to pour. Still sobbing, he rose from his spot on the ground. He knew it would rain, so he brought his trusty red umbrella. He opened it and took one last look at his son's grave. "It should have been me…." He whispered as he walked away from the graveyard toward his moped.
Hope you liked this short story. I will try to update more of my stories soon.