#FridayFragment: 14.10.2022

She had never been quite sure what to make of it. There it sat, on her kitchen table, sparkling up at her in its silent fashion.

“It sure is ugly,” she remarked to the cat, who went on cleaning his back end as if he didn’t care one bit. Which he didn’t.

“I mean, where is it coming from?” she continued. “Every fifth of the month, there it is. On the kitchen table. Shining and sparkling and glittering and, and—just sitting there. I mean, what is it?”

PS: No, I don’t know what it is, either. D...