Boyd was clean-shaven, chiseled and lean, with a playful penchant for magical thinking. This, coupled with Dakota’s passion for the study of her extensive collection of teddy bears, made them perfect for one another.
Their many lively conversations over lazy afternoon Sunday picnics, with her favorite iced mint tea and Ritz Crackers carefully layered with raw honey, banana slices, cream cheese, and grape jam, had all but put to rest his questions about any stuffed bear’s capacity for objective and/or optimistic intrinsic logic.
Her premise being, when was the last time you read about teddy bears hanging themselves because of depression?
You always come through with a winner, Dante. The last line was dazzling!
Thank you Bobby.
You always come up with a way to make readers say–WHAT??????????? then we get the WHOLE STORY and say YES, NOW I GET IT—————-I LOVE reading your stories. Thank you Dante.
Thank you LJ.