Brenda Bertucci
Stories (9/0)
My New Family
Ahhhh.. nothing beats a nice brisk walk around the neighborhood with my partner for life!! I hear the leash come out of the kitchen drawer and see it dangle from her hands. I rush over to let her know that I am super excited and ready to go! Bending down to hook it to my collar, I get a hug and kisses before we head to the front door. I try super hard to be patient for the door to open, but it sure is hard to do. I whimper a little and do my, “ hurry the hell” up dance. The big glass door begins to open and my left front paw helps to push it open faster. I love walks. Did I mention HOW MUCH I love walks? Wooohoooo we are outside!!! The sun is shining down on my brindled fur, as I feel a soft wind blow across my happy face. It doesn’t get better then this.
By Brenda Bertucci2 years ago in Petlife
Dying to Remember
The fall cool breeze was blowing across my face, as I took the last mile across the bridge, back to the neighborhood. I cranked up the dance mix playing in my headset for that last power kick. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the sun felt like it was challenging the cool day. I could hear the rush of the river crashing across the rocks below through my headset. A car horn begins to blare from behind causing me to turn my head in a jerking fashion. I don’t recognize the vehicle, but scoot over for it to pass. I wasn’t even blocking his path, I thought to myself. He had plenty of room to go around, but I kept moving forward awaiting his rude pass. I hear the horn again and wonder what the deal is. I slow down to look behind me and he is still there. “Well, pass already!!” I mumble out loud. He begins to tease me gunning the gas then letting off. It happens several times. I start to feel aggravated and shook up at the same time. I still have no idea who it could be. “Your almost to the end of the bridge, just ignore him.” I tell myself. The dark blue Nissan on the verge of bumping me off the road, begins to flash its lights and honks several times. This time startled and caught off guard, I stumble to the railing of the bridge as my heart begins to race and I feel my sweat run down my spine. The panic sets in. What does this person want? The Nissan has its fun and then floors it past me very closely. Almost leaving me no choice but to climb on the railing of the bridge. All I can see inside the Nissan, is a shadow figure, due to the dark tinted windows. I stay put a few moments to collect myself. I found it odd that no other vehicles came around during this time. I take my headset off and hold them in my hand as I finish the journey home.
By Brenda Bertucci2 years ago in Fiction
Adventures in South America
“So, what am I good at?” I mumble under my breath. Sitting at the dining room table staring out the patio doors, I sit dumbfounded, waiting for thoughts to run through my head of what to do. Is it this hard for everyone? Or just me?
By Brenda Bertucci2 years ago in Motivation
