Who knows how or why these things happen? The same words, spoken so often they had worn their meanings down into mere smears of acknowledgment, like “Hello,” “How’s it going,” or “Have a nice day,” grew points and edges.
Category: Story A Day May
A realization akin to joy flooded him: He could follow Marlin and tell him a breeze had come up and the boat had sailed away. By the time the gathering was over, the humans would all be dead.
The real reason there’s a ribbon around the neck of one is that my #3 stepdaughter accidentally knocked the statue off its table and the neck broke off. Then she glued it back rather crookedly before I got home and, when I noticed the break, blamed it on her #2 son. Naturally, I discovered what had really happened, because I always do, whether I want to or not. I tied the ribbon on because I love her anyway. 🙂