Gabriel's Tale - Chapter 10

As you may have noticed, if you've been a faithful follower of Gabriel's Tale, I changed my mind again and waited to post Chapter 10 in November.  That's because I've decided NOT to post the last chapter of the story here.  Chapter 11 will appear in December, but Chapter 12 will have to be read on  The Adventures of Poetry & Gabriel Blog.  I'm moving everything about Poetry and Gabriel to their own blog because I want to share the whole story there, as well as story #2, and the stories I hope to continue to write.  I also hope to have Poetry's website (which I created in 2011) fixed and up and running so you can read the prequel to Gabriel's Tale when Gabriel was still a Snowman.

Last month I left you with Gabriel drifting off to sleep after Theodore befriended him (after attacking him) promising him he'd show Gabriel how to find a ride to Edinburgh the next morning.  Here are excerpts from Chapter 10. . . .

Chapter 10 – Edinburgh?

The driver starred, then smiled and crouched down and called Gabriel to him with an outstretched hand.  “Come here boy.  Don’t be afraid.  I had a wee Westie just like you when I was a wee lad.” 

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“Listen, why don’t you come with me while I make this delivery and maybe the store owner will let you have some water and a bit to eat.  Then we can head back to Edinburgh.”  Edinburgh?! Yes! Gabriel pranced about in his excitement.  “Well, now,” the man said, “aren’t you a happy wee fellow!”

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Gabriel jumped out and stood by the warehouse door contemplating what he should do.  True, I’m in Edinburgh, but I have no idea where to look for Poetry.  Should I go with the man?  Or should I head off on my own?  The man is very nice, but what if he puts a leash on me.  I might never be able to get away to look for Poetry.  He had to take the chance he had now to leave and continue his search.  Gabriel felt a little sad about leaving the kind man, but when he thought of how much he missed Poetry and how far he’d come, he knew he’d better get going. 

When the man returned to the van and saw that Gabriel was gone, he shook his head.  “I guess the wee fellow had somewhere he needed to be.  I hope he’ll be all right.”  He walked to his car as light snow began to drift to the ground for the second night in a row.  When he got home he told his wife and children about the wee white dog he’d found in Hawkshead, but who had decided to continue his journey on his own.  The children in turn had their own tale to tell.  It seemed they’d met a family in town at the park who had a cat that ran away.  They were posting flyers all over the city.  It was a Calico cat and her name was Poetry.

❤️Take Joy❤️