Daily story, March 9, 2025

“Could you pass the… er… thing?” Amy asked. “The, um, that, you know.” The word had gone. The whole concept had gone: she couldn’t describe the thing she wanted, couldn’t picture it, couldn’t imagine why she might have wanted it in the first place. She was snapping her fingers trying to remember. People were laughing. People were guessing. None of it meant anything to Amy. But the want was still there, and powerful. She looked down the table, arm outstretched. Silent, smiling Erica placed it in her waiting palm.