Photo: © Randy Mazie
“She insists on coming,” he noted without raising his head and even though I hadn’t worded my question.
The quiet breathed and a soft breeze rustled the leaves and made shadows caress the stones.
“She stands by the gate and belts until I take her,” he added and continued to wipe his already spotless glasses. His fingers trembled, from palsy or emotion or both, I didn’t know.
“She misses her, you see,” he glanced at the goat. “Rejected by her nanny, this kid was. My Mary hand-raised her. She was this kid’s rock. Now all that’s left is this headstone.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Na'ama Yehuda 
I liked “fingers trembled, from palsy or emotion or both, I didn’t know.”
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Thanks, Neil! Happy Holidays and thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting!
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The sorrow by the headstone so well expressed
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Thanks Bjorn! (and … sorry for not knowing how to get the accents right for your name!)
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Somewhat strange but almost achingly sensitive story.
Love it.
PS Do you mean ‘bleat’ rather than ‘belt’ in 5th line?
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No … thanks for the comment — I meant “belt” as in, belt out … which goats are known to do, too … 😉 And to keep in line with the personification in the story. Good question, though! 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
She was the kid’s rock. I loved that line. A unique story…enjoyable.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you, Rochelle. 🙂
Happy last-week of 2018!
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A touching story of true, unconditional love.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Quite sad. The goat probably saw Mary as its mother.
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Probably! Thanks for reading and for the comment! 🙂
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That was very moving. Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Sandra. The man’s posture led the story. And, of course, the goat. …
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A sad story as he remembers his beloved Mary. Well done.
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Thank you, Brenda!
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Beautifully done, Na’ama. Animals feel too…
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Indeed they do, and often deeply.
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🙂
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Lots of emotion here, portrayed by the cleaning of the spotless glasses, the trembling hands. Good one.
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🙂 Thank you, Linda! I am glad it was conveyed! 🙂 Happy End of 2018 and many blessings for a wonderful 2019!
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Thank you, and the same to you 🙂
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Wonderfully expressed.
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🙂 Thank you!
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What softness and and appreciation of language.
From “…even though I hadn’t worded my question” to “the quiet breathed …and made shadows caress the stones” to wiping “his already spotless glasses.”
Nice stuff here.
Randy
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Aw…. thank you Randy! What lovely and detailed feedback! Thank you so much for the kind words! Happy 2019! Na’ama
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