FICTION: dear otter #3
the man with the patchwork heart:
dear otter,
i close my eyes every night, real tight, and imagine what you could be doing that very moment. sometimes i imagine you are a carpenter nailing wood planks together for a giant wooden castle for a king with a terribly long beard. or maybe you are a ferry man, helping people across some terrific black ocean that threatens to eat them up. or maybe you just live in a forest with all the birds and the trees singing and dancing all day long.
i wish…
