Audiobook Story - Diggin up Bones
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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it had been three long, heartbreaking years since I lost my wife to a tragic knitting accident. I had always warned her about playing with needles, but she never seemed to listen to me. It was time for me to move on though I knew it. I knew this time would come someday. I just never thought it would be so soon. Maybe I thought I would just mourn her one more night and then the next day I could pick up my weary bones and go forward with my life. So I found myself sitting outside with a bottle of bourbon, looking over at the pool, at the beautiful garden that she had once created and missing her terribly. Just a broken man crying into my bourbon, digging up bones. Oh Martha! I cried. I took another swig, wiped my face with the back of my hand and there it was. I couldn't believe my eyes just above my shovel was her femur. Oh God! I blubber! As I smiled and wiped away a tear, then frantically pulled her femur out of the ground and wiped it down delicately. Oh! How I had missed her as I ran my fingers along the length, feeling those bone spurs that she always complained about. I closed my eyes and shed a tear of joy as I put my face against her leg, but the sound of my sliding glass door startled me and I quickly turned around to the house, Henry! What the **** are you doing out here? I've been banging on your front door for 10 minutes now. I was thinking you was dead, It was Billy, my neighbor and I was frozen as he walked towards me, quickening his step until he stopped just feet away from me. He looked down at my hands and his eyes widened as the realization set in for him. Oh, jesus, Henry! He cried, Are you out digging up bones again? I thought you was ready to move on. He knelt down, put his hand on my back as I looked at Martha's femur in my hands. I know it's hard buddy, believe me, I was just out in my backyard last week digging up bones too. It's been five years since my wife passed away. I still can't get past it. ****! I tried to go out to the local dive the other day, have a few drinks and maybe meet someone new. His gaze dropped to the ground, but everyone just looked at me like I was ax murderer. I looked over at Billy, my neighbor for 10 years, one of my best friends and said, Billy, you are an ex murderer. He smiled and patted my back. I know Henry, but I'm just saying it still don't get no easier. I handed him my bottle and he took a swig. Come on, old buddy, let me help you get her back in the ground, he said, grabbing the shovel and standing up one of these days, you'll be ready to move on and stop digging up these old bones. Thanks Billy! I said softly, You're a good friend, you're a good friend, pal.