We’ll never be friends, but we’re too exhausted to be enemies, in your flower-strewn backyard on a sunny day.
In the slick red shoebox, a hamster’s body lies still. You only got to spend two days with Petey. I resist the urge to laugh at your grief.
Instead, I stare down at the dirt mound, at the hole in the ground.
“Deep enough?” I ask.
“Why are you being nice to me?”
I’ll take that as a yes. I drop the box and proceed to cover the hole.
***
If this story seems rushed, it totally is. But how can I not when it’s my prompt this week? Thanks Rochelle! The picture inspired me to think how perspective can change in unexpected ways. You never know.
Anne Higa 
It may have been rushed, but it was insightful. You created a really intriguing character
It looks like you have the beginning of a longer story.
I’m intrigued.
Isadora 😎
I’d love to know more about these two. This little glimpse is tantalising. Shame about Petey.
Dear Anne,
Interesting relationship you’ve established. You left me wanting more.
Such are my organizational skills.
Love the photo. BTW I think I have a few more of your photos but I didn’t put your name on them so I’m not sure. And I can’t find your email address to ask you.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LOL, Rochelle. You already used the only two I sent you, so that must be someone else, but thanks for checking in. I was wondering if this one would be too kitschy to use, so was surprised to see it – and right when I was thinking I would probably have to skip this week. LOL. Thanks for all you do.
Aw, poor Petey. I like the relationship you establish here and it leaves me wanting to know more.
Seems like crossed wires which makes me wonder how they got crossed.