by Scott D. Zachary
Tuesday, December 30, 2003
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Read my last short story and you'll know . . .
By Scott D. Zachary
I dreaded parting with them today.
It was not unlike saying goodbye—
To eighty-seven cherished friends,
With whom I’d never make amends.
As long as I knew they were mine,
Adrenaline rippled through my spine.
Their royal chingle made everything fine,
As long as I knew they were mine.
I used to melt gold Krugerrands into rings,
So I understood the feeling of such things.
The difference between three and eighty-seven—
Makes one lose sight of Hell and Heaven.
The numismatist’s eyes twinkled,
As he traded a score of papered bundles.
Somehow I felt cheated and began to despise—
Because I had given away my precious prize.
Saddened, my companions were gone.
I walked away, barely elated at my find.
Contented, their surety will live on;
Now, they only exist in my mind.
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|Reviewed by Bobbie Hess (Reader)
|WOW! Could it be . . . ? Ya never know what you might find. Although my greatest treasure is my husband and my son. b|
|Reviewed by Bonita Quesinberry
|You bought the property and signed the papers! GREAT! So, when will the new house go up? Or, might you restore the old one with that bag of gold from the wall? Excellent write, Scott. ~~Bonnie Q|
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
Yes, I knew of your last short story but, apparently, I'm still missing something. I assume the "eighty-seven" you refer to are animals? And money's involved... but sorry to say, I've totally missed the message.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Scott, it was, as always, another great one, I enjoyed it. Wish I knew if you were actually parting with some money? For the new property maybe? Peace, Ed & Rufuz|