The pen hadn’t been worth stealing. They never were. Yet Jonathan couldn’t help himself. Whenever the sadness crept back in, a new pen provided the balm he needed. “Just popping to the store for a new pen.” Dad’s last words before the accident. Jonathan added the pen to the pile.
Little things are often more important than we realize except through memories. 💕
I love the leanness of this story. You’ve packed so much into a short space! Great piece!
that's sweet!
Damn, life is so strange sometimes.