Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Gilded Guilt(page-2)


      The length of youth was abruptly Shanghaied by becoming a man, you grew up very quickly on the poor side of consequence, you gather in less than you give out, time doesn’t fret over any inconvenience, it simply traipses on teenage years with impartial impunity. Robbie hunted various game animals that came in season over the long year in Kentucky: squirrels in late August, rabbits in November, and deer in December.  But, one day, his sister brought home the loveliest and the sweetest dog the world ever bequeathed, a dark-eyed, black-and-tanned, soulful, and inseparable Beagle named Tara. 

     At first, Tara was discombobulated with her new surroundings, she only took up with Robbie’s sister, the one that brought her home, she rarely yelped or whined and was housebroken rather easily. Beagles are smart and stubborn, Tara held anyone in contempt who didn't adore her and lavish her with kisses, and she loved being the center of attention. They often let Tara outside during the day because they all had jobs, she always stayed near the house, only ventured out when Robbie drifted out into the endless fields and woods near their residence. She stayed near Robbie and would chase rabbits when she sniffed one out and always brought the rabbit around to Robbie. She loved hunting with Robbie. 

     Tara was a breath of fresh air to this family, they just buried their dad the following year, and Tara simply replaced the quiet void that coexisted in the warmth of their memories, their dad was a recovering alcoholic but eventually committed suicide. They all wanted to move far away from this tragedy, Robbie kept his pain about his dad to himself, rarely brought it up to anyone, and if anyone ever asked, he told them he died from cirrhosis of the liver, to keep their dignity intact. This misery clung to Robbie for the remaining of his life, he often blamed and questioned himself if he did enough to intervene in saving his dad's life, but, his dad tried many times before to kill himself, once on Easter Sunday, he took a .22 rifle and shot himself, missed his heart by a 2/8 of an inch. This incident was covered up by their mother for years but knew, they all knew, just didn't share their tragic affair with anyone. Who boasts that their dad tried to kill himself? 


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