It was the night before the storm. Zoe was in swimming, and Donar and Gabby were poolside. I decided to walk over to the burrito shop. As I walked back, I glanced down, and there next to a garbage can was a crumpled heart. I pulled out my phone, snapped a photo, and walked back to the pool. As soon as I got there, I regretted not having picked up the heart or saving it from a footprint or the impending downpour. The wind was already picking up, so I doubted it would still be there. I ran the whole way.
There it was, just where I had left it. I gently picked it up and put it my backpack.
Taking it out now, I see it looks different in the daylight. Up close, it no longer looks like a heart but just a folded receipt with a couple of worn spots and a yellow stain. I don't want to alter it, but I am curious as to its origin, so I carefully unwrap it. No name, no store name. Just a to-go order of tea purchased at 7:10 p.m. the night before I happened upon it. I carefully wrap it back up.
Another day, another heart preserved.
There it was, just where I had left it. I gently picked it up and put it my backpack.
Taking it out now, I see it looks different in the daylight. Up close, it no longer looks like a heart but just a folded receipt with a couple of worn spots and a yellow stain. I don't want to alter it, but I am curious as to its origin, so I carefully unwrap it. No name, no store name. Just a to-go order of tea purchased at 7:10 p.m. the night before I happened upon it. I carefully wrap it back up.
Another day, another heart preserved.
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