The toy bear should not have been there by the busted window, but it was just the same. I know I stuffed it in the bottom of the trunk in the cellar. I know I did. But here it was anyway. That was not as disconcerting as the flower sewn to its paw. It was the flowers I had left on his grave last week. Jonathon, somehow, had come back.
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ReplyDeleteThe toy bear should not have been there by the busted window, but it was just the same. I know I stuffed it in the bottom of the trunk in the cellar. I know I did. But here it was anyway. That was not as disconcerting as the flower sewn to its paw. It was the flowers I had left on his grave last week. Jonathon, somehow, had come back.
ReplyDeleteNice. Setting up a ghost story. Hmmm. :)
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