Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Little Cone

She had been called this nickname since her ability to interpret sound. She wasn't sure why she responded to the stale name, nor what it was about her that validated her bequeathal of it. They had gotten used to mounting her because of her size. Other cones would simply stack up on top of her unhesitating.
Her ignorance as to when or why it happened seemed unimportant. She welcomed unfamiliar experiences hoping they would bring some clarification. When the Little Cone took the sweet slap, she seemed unconvinced as to the light it might shine on her existence.

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