100 Word Story #004 – The Map
The best I can figure, he was a gift. That really can be the only explanation sheâ€™s kept him around for so long. Like the tie your great grandmother gives you that you bury in your sock drawer and only wear when sheâ€™s around. Yet, heâ€™s with her 24/7. Offering his â€œadviceâ€. Inane advice in that voice. That voice! That horrible, horrible voice. She doesnâ€™t need him. Sheâ€™d get to where sheâ€™s going faster without him. But there he is. Always. There. With her. If I were Dora, that fuckinâ€™ map would be at the bottom of the river.