Monday, September 8, 2025

Search

 

It was here somewhere. It had to be.

It was strange that he couldn’t put his hand on it, because he was such an orderly and meticulous man.

Obviously, his search was also orderly and meticulous.

He started at one end of the house and went carefully through all the neatly organized drawers and closets, even places he never would have put it, because he knew when people get older, they put things in unusual places.

And he was definitely getting older.

He never did find it, since he forgot what he was looking for an hour into his search.

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