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Bigfoot: A Short Story

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The problem is sustainability. He is a secret and I love to gossip, he is a recluse and I love to go out, he speaks in roars and I speak plain American English. The problem is in the sustainability of this relationship, I told Buster a year into Rick and I’s marriage that I loved Bigfoot, and he said it would never work. In his woofs, he did not get how we could “magically” keep it up. How we could “magically” be in a relationship to start with, he swore he never existed and said I should go for it… if I could “magically” find him… so I did. It was a routine, every morning and every night… looking out into the woods to see if I could see him again. The first time was the first full moon of March, the ninth. It was my Father’s last real …show more content…

Those dazzling hazel eyes and his fur matted to an extent I could not place my polished fingers through… we were back to our midnight dream near the now algae-bound lake with a new record of bugs making a home in his gums. I missed him and I knew Rick would not miss me. Before I said goodbye, I made sure to say hello in the morning, but Rick wasn’t home. I made my way to my garden and Buster followed my lead encouraging me to finally live my dream with Bigfoot. The dandelions had made a staple next to my tomatoes wrapped around my white fence, but today I cut them loose along with the overgrown Bermuda buttercups near the flower pots opening to the kitchen. I waited there to say hello or to say goodbye, whatever I could muster, but Rick never showed… he was at the races, chasing girls around the bars just like my father would back home. Then I heard the car rolling up, his disgusting old Chevy that he rode with any woman he could find, and I knew I could not face him. Buster could not face him either. I tried getting my clothes together, I tried getting our old Chinese take-out to Bigfoot since his house was as barren as the Sahara, but I kept falling apart. I kept dropping my clothes and my food and worst of all his last full can of Dr. Pepper. Yet, it was too late to go back and clean it up, Bigfoot was waiting for me back in the his hideaway only a block

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