Tita McTavish is a dew drop fairy on the window. She insists on suffering in the heat. She won’t just evaporate and go wherever it is she is supposed to go once that is done. She languishes away on the window, at noon, complaining nonstop about her plight in the heat and dust of Maryland in June. I feel bad for her suffering, but not really because she won’t just let things take their natural course. She keeps saying something about having a point to make and a story to tell. I just want her to shut up and tell the story, or shut up and leave. The incessant babbling and bemoaning is getting on my nerves, despite her niceness, and the coolness of having a fairy on my window. That being said, I better get back to work before she gets me in trouble for paying her too much attention, thereby causing yet more showing off and spotlighting on her self-pitying state….
Freeform for A Moment…
