The gift cards made her cry. You get them for a special occasion, you save them for a special occasion, and then, one day, you've saved them too long and there they sit, waiting to be picked up by a relative who's trying to clear out all the crap you thought you couldn't live without and all the precious crap you saved for a day that never came. All the precious crap and most of it became instantaneous garbage the moment you left.
Every day I will write the very beginning of a story, a paragraph or a whole page, without worrying about where it might lead. "Nulla dies sine linea," I hope!
Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Saving for a Special Occasion
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