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Anniversary
Eric keeps his promise
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by arakun the twisted raccoon






         

                                            ANNIVERSARY





         “I’m cold,” Megan said again.  “I want to go home.”

         “This will only take a few minutes,” Eric said.

         “It’s starting to rain.”

         He didn’t answer.  They were walking through dry frostbitten knee-high weeds.  There were cold raindrops in the November wind.  Megan shivered.  “I’m freezing!” she complained.  “Can we do this another time?”

         “We’re almost there,” he said. 

         “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

         Eric paused looking around.  The old grandstand, what was left of it, was to his right.  This must be the right place.  “We had a lot of fun on this old field,” he said.

         “Well I’m not having fun.  Ow!  I turned my ankle.  Are you satisfied?”

         “We played football here all through high school,” he reminisced.

         “Looks like nobody’s been here since you were in high school.”

         “Probably not.  They built the new school over on Route 33 about fifteen years ago.”

         “Well, do what you have to do and lets get back to the car.”

         “This is it right by the end of the grandstand.  You might not understand but this was a promise I made and I have to keep it.”

         “I knew you’d say that.”

         Eric opened the box.  “This would be Drew’s seventieth birthday.  I told him I’d do this and I’m doing it.”

She watched as he pulled the plastic bag out of the box and cut it with his knife. 

         “Okay,  Drew, just like I promised.  Right here where you made that epic run and touchdown and won the game, fifty-three  years ago today.  Happy birthday!”

         The ashes scattered on the ground.  The November wind gusted bringing more cold rain. 

         

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