Daily story, January 4, 2025

Some days she felt she would like to transform into a snail, with a shell on her back and a green, greasy body that nobody wanted to touch. Her mother used to throw snails over the fence into the neighbours’ garden. She would have liked that, too. Everybody kept away from snails, but when they heard that crunch underfoot, they felt the guilt of it. That would be best of all.