SOMETHING STICKY

Published by Salonika, fiction short story prose magazine 1997

By Sue Nilsson © 8/1997

She took my sticky form in her small hands and began to mold me. First I was a box, not a very good one since I didn’t open up. Then I became a round ball; no, and oval. Once she was happy with me, she went away for a while. When she returned, she had three little round objects and one oblong object. These she stuck into me one at a time. She placed two of the balls directly across from each other, and one more below making a triangle. Finally she stuck the oblong material upturned underneath the triangle. I was now smiling at her. Smiling back at me, she put me on the shelf above her bed next to her other creations.