by David Bell
The guy ground out his cigarette and shook his head. “I don’t remember any horses.”
“They were there,” I said.
“Could be,” he said and then turned and went back inside.
But I remembered. I remembered it very clearly. Dad and I used to come to the IGA, and when we came out to go the car, he would turn to me and say, “Do you want to look at the horses?”
And I always said yes. I thought it was magic that Dad knew they were there. And how did he know I would want to see them?
Did he contemplate all the western stories he could have written—should have written—as he looked at those horses that seemed so out of place in the middle of that neighborhood? So lonely and forgotten?
I jumped in the car and drove around back. The parking lot looked pathetic, the asphalt cracked and stained. I drove over to the edge of the lot where the rusting and rickety chain-link fence still stood. I climbed out, taking one last look at that box of books. My dad’s legacy. Besides me, the most lasting mark he made on the world.
I climbed out and walked over. I put my hands against the fence, felt the ragged and flaking metal beneath my hands. I searched.
The remains of the house had sunk into the ground. Nothing remained but a pile of boards and a crumbling chimney. And no matter how long or hard I looked, the horses, of course, were long, long gone.
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