Blue

Our Heroine had been crying for a while. Crying the big raindrop kind of tears that don't leave tracks so much as drench your whole face. Nothing had been going right, neither work or art or even simple things like cleaning up around the house or driving to the grocery store. Today was just doomed. It was full of pressure and stress and disappointment, and she was alone and crying and was going to damn well continue.

"It's like I'm drowning in all this stuff. I'm drowning in bills, drowning in work that's not even my project, drowning in errands, God, I'm just drowning."

She didn't see the blue bunnyfly land in front of her. He landed on her knee but didn't weigh enough to cause a presence. He stood there watching and waiting patiently. He listened to her describe the day and all that had gone wrong with it. He listened to her plans for the future and all the frustrations and obstacles between the way things are now and how they will be then.

Eventually the tears stopped. She took her hands from her eyes and wiped her face, and looked down to see him for the first time. He was looking up at her, listening and waiting. He took an object out of his mouth, wiped it off, and held it up with all measure of sincerity.

A tiny blue snorkle.

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