GRIZZLY PEAR

written snapshots

The plastic sacks of salt and starch steadily dimmished then disappeared.

He fears two things.

Mother banishing his toys to the garage.
Not so worried to put them away properly,
Just enough to extract an pledge that she won’t clean up after bedtime.

Father coming downstairs to the pantry.

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What if it should fail? What if it should fail?