Sorry, James Pond

Tilmonster and I stare into the pond. “I think he’s dead,” I say after awhile. “Or maybe he’s asleep”. I use a stick to gingerly prod the body lying still at the bottom of the pond. We watch it brush aside water lilies as it floats to the surface and bobs there, turning gently until []

By: chubbyzebra

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