Late again but hey, it's not two months this time.
Who Are You?
Someone has defaced me. I no longer match the rest of my family. I have marks on me. I do not know what they are, what they mean. I do not like it.
Visitor 1
There is a car parked in front of me and people standing on top of me. So rude. I can hear everything that is being said through the human’s sobbing. The words: hospital, accident, and family stand out. I do not understand why they have to be wearing dirty shoes and stand directly on top of me while they talk. There is a perfectly good section of grass a few feet away. They really should use that instead of me.
Visitor 2
Unlike the first humans who stood on top of me, upset about some accident, the next group of humans are happy. They seem to be celebrating. It is a different group. I will likely never know what happened to the first group. This second group, I like them more. There is something about them that feels lighter than the first group. They are happy about something. Again, I hear words: remission, holiday, life. And once again, once they leave, I will never know what becomes of them.
Visitor 3
These humans are the worst yet. There is crying, there is yelling, there is stomping. It hurts. If I could talk, I would tell the big humans to pick up the little humans and leave me in peace. There are two little humans and more words, mixing together from both: ice cream, crack, mother, back. Then it happens. Something cold lands on me and the smallest human lets out a scream that must hurt human ears. The human is picked up and they leave. No one cleans me.
Late again but hey, it's not two months this time.
Who Are You?
Someone has defaced me. I no longer match the rest of my family. I have marks on me. I do not know what they are, what they mean. I do not like it.
Visitor 1
There is a car parked in front of me and people standing on top of me. So rude. I can hear everything that is being said through the human’s sobbing. The words: hospital, accident, and family stand out. I do not understand why they have to be wearing dirty shoes and stand directly on top of me while they talk. There is a perfectly good section of grass a few feet away. They really should use that instead of me.
Visitor 2
Unlike the first humans who stood on top of me, upset about some accident, the next group of humans are happy. They seem to be celebrating. It is a different group. I will likely never know what happened to the first group. This second group, I like them more. There is something about them that feels lighter than the first group. They are happy about something. Again, I hear words: remission, holiday, life. And once again, once they leave, I will never know what becomes of them.
Visitor 3
These humans are the worst yet. There is crying, there is yelling, there is stomping. It hurts. If I could talk, I would tell the big humans to pick up the little humans and leave me in peace. There are two little humans and more words, mixing together from both: ice cream, crack, mother, back. Then it happens. Something cold lands on me and the smallest human lets out a scream that must hurt human ears. The human is picked up and they leave. No one cleans me.
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Love this short story
thank youuuu
love the short story ♥️
thank you, Jéssica!