George's POV
It's been six months since that fateful day. As the light begins to fade, I gaze out over the valley. The once chartreuse green grass now frozen, miniature rabbits bouncing from left to right in the distance...reminds me a lot about Lennie. All he'd ever talk about was these damn rabbits...he'd want to pet them. That's all he'd ever cared about...he'd always liked the feeling of soft things.
My mind inevitably pulls back to that day. If only he'd been more aware! I wouldn't have had to kill him...he'd still be alive today. I remember when he grabbed that woman's dress in Weed. All he had to do was let go, but...he didn't. That woman then cried 'rape!' and we had to run. Dumb bastard! If he wasn't so idiotic Curley's wife would still be alive as well. No! No...he wasn't an idiot or dumb...he was just like a child and I was his parent.
Of course, life goes on. Six months on and I'm still working at the Ranch. Why am I even here still? There's no point even hanging on to the dream. It wasn't even my dream, it was Lennie's. I was just 'contributing' to make it somehow happen but if I give up now then what about Candy? He's now become a part of this dream and, besides, Lennie would probably want me to continue and make the dream work. I just keep going by remembering the good times. One of my favourite memories is when Lennie got that pup, even though he did kill it with his overbearing strength, he was happy and cherished it dearly. He was so excited when Slim said he could pick one.
Damnit! I miss the poor bastard!
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Of Mice and Men: Six Months On
General FictionIt's been six months since George killed Lennie: he's still working on the ranch
