Maxine and Me
Aug 19th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Linda bought it for me at the museum gala. “So many wonderful things for a donation.” she said, “You should have come, my dear! Meet new people.”
She’s part mother, part matchmaker. I need both.
But do I need this? A burnt, ugly, pockmarked lump of rock. The note with it read “Deaccessioned. Meteorite acquired by Dr. Harris, Labrador 1905. Once much larger, visitors took pieces for many years.”
My friend must think I’m like this thing. Dark, scarred. Fragmentary since Bruce left.
I call it Maxine. Sits brooding under a lamp on my desk. We keep each other company.
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