Dusty Cobwebs to Run Our Fingers ThroughPosted: 06/24/2011
On the yellow coir sofa, sat a slouching weathered couple, waiting to hear our three voices. Their room was a faded green decorated with thick cobwebs.
First, we sat silently listening to sounds and guessing the animals correctly. Grandma had a grumpy parrot in her stomach. Grandpa hated farming in his tummy. But, I often heard a gecko dancing in his throat.
Next, we faced challenges while tugging the rancid cobwebs with our palms. Once, I had to stand upside down while trying to battle one under the wardrobe.
Then we left for the night.
But, the cobwebs always returned.
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