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BONNIE BONES
by
De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)
cover art by @wind-the-mama-cat
2340 words
© 2017 by Glen Ten-Eyck
Writing begun 10/10/17
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Junea turned her mostly skeletal head to her mate Zom. She sighed. “I know that she was abandoned in the graveyard on Nightmare Night, dear. Do you really think that it is a good idea to take her in? I mean, raising ones like that is far from easy.”
Zom watched the young filly playing friskily among the tree shadows cast by the bright moon overhead. He nodded. “What you say is true, Junea, my love. Still, if we do not, who will? At least until the snow flies, she can eat the grass about the graves. We can help her to gather and make hay of as much as we can. It may be enough to get her past the winter.”
Junea nodded in her turn. “It feels strange to share our crypt with one of living blood. I have to admit that I do like it. Bonnie Bones is the filly that we never had.”
Through long frigid winter nights, their crypt was cheered up by the presence of the black maned and tailed Bonnie Bones. Junea and Zom had a difficult time, at first, remembering games and other entertainments for their adopted filly.
Other members of the community visited, too. Young Bonnie learned many things. Her adopted parents watched indulgently as she practiced what she had learned from the many ghosts. She faded from sight and returned. Her naturally pale fur, a cloudy white, was a real help in the disappearing. She was still having difficulty in passing through solid objects as spring rolled around.
