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Bessie started life as a simple milk cow, but somehow became more like a dog or the pony I never had. It began the day Jimmy took my dare to ride her to school. We thought she'd flick her tail, turn away. Instead, when he climbed upon her back, she gave a slow blink and followed me like a loyal hound down the lane. After that, she shadowed us everywhere: to the porch, garden, creek. Nudged our pockets for treats, trotted when we ran, mooed when we disappeared into the house. Followed us to school once, ambled through a clothesline of white linen, draped herself in a ghostly costume from ear to tail. Scared the entire schoolyard. So, when Papa set up the new camera for a family portrait, Bessie nudged her way into the middle, claimed her rightful place within the family.
by Margaret Bednar, November 13, 2025
This is linked with Sepia Saturday (801)- Family Portrait. This is my contineud quest to improve my short story writing. 144 words exactly.
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