“Sticks and grass”


I was starting to wonder whether his stoicism and silence were a little more than just bashfulness. We went to the park to hang out for a little while, and I began attempting to provoke some sort of conversation or response from him. After some uneventful walking and non-reciprocated communication, I started stuffing sticks and grass into his pockets. I even tried throwing dirt on his head. Nothing. Not even removal of the pervading organic materials. That’s when I knew.


Aftermath: I quit seeing him totally as a result of that day.


One Response to “Sticks and grass”

  1. BulletBoy says on :

    Yup. Good for you.

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