Daily story, May 1, 2025

The book was soaked from cover to cover. She could try to separate the pages now, and feel them disintegrate between her fingers. Or she could let them dry until they were fused together. She thought of ancient scrolls scanned with X-rays, and the blobs of tissue on the ceilings of school toilets. It had been a special book, a gift. She threw it back into the pond. The animals would know what to do.