They both read the books. She first, and then him.She read then to her nephews and he would pretend to be fixing the wire in a nearby outlet when in fact, he was just as interested in constantly searching, strangely transformed beings as the two wide eyed boys. After a few hundred pages, he developed a keen sense of understanding. Then he rewired the remote control.
She smiles. She has been trained to smile. Her eyes look forward. She steps over the clutter on the floor. Her heart is usually everywhere else in the world but sometimes overlooked in her own chest.
His cabbage heads were enormous; and ,of course, we all came to him for sauerkraut to top our kielbasa. So we were very surprised when the wires began to appear. Then we were fascinated when the wires disappeared but the messages remained. .
sometimes, a moment of contentment starts and ends in unison.
My great uncle is a giraffe. His imagination was hidden under his spots. But once his sweetheart imagined those spots away and disclosed his boundless inquiry, well, I no longer had a tail with pluck-able feathers. And my own sweethearts are few and far between.
“Sometimes I forget what it’s like; not to be connected with a long neck. If there were more four-legged creatures with long necks like ours, I guess it would be easier for non giraffes to put the image of the long neck aside and focus on our deepest concerns, perhaps our brilliant achievements.”