A Weekend to Remember

Ted Kennedy leaned down slowly, breathing in the wet air. "You little bitch" he whispered to the dog, petting its ears in a tender way. Splash had just gotten back from obedience school with a host of new tricks, and she responded to Ted's touch by letting out a high pitched yelp that sounded almost human. Ted then shook his scotch glass and the ice bounced off the glass sides, perfectly in tune with the cries of the dog. He had no choice but to smile.

Maria walked into the Captain's Quarters and laughed, "You're a sack of shit, you know that Ted? This country is going to hell and we're wasting our life away trying to find this Northwest Passage." Ever since the tumor became inoperable, Ted gave up his title and his wealth and set off from Nantucket with only his dog and a handful of old friends. He was finally going to go down in history, not as a stuffy lawmaker but as a true explorer, in the vein of Columbus or Magellan. Unfortunately, the old friends weren't always understanding of his misguided plans.

"I'm old Maria, I'm dying, what do you expect?" Ted muttered, continuing to jangle his glass. He used the back of the dog to aid in standing upright and he lifted the glass in the air. "With Splash as my witness, I'm tired of being the whipping boy. I'm tired of it all." Ted threw the glass violently, smashing it into his former friend's face and drawing blood. "We're all dying Maria, can't you see that?" he screamed, "Can't you see?" Soon his voice trailed off into a familiar high pitched yelp, eliciting a tear from his last best friend, Splash.

The tumor had finally set in.