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I mourn as I try to hold the ragged fragments in my hands. They bleed through my fingers, falling softly and settling into a small, sad heap.

My heart is heavy as I make careful attempts at rescue. It is of no use. Try as I might, I cannot make it whole again; my feeble efforts only cause further damage.

I voice my anguish to an empty room. It was a great idea for a story, written on a napkin. Why didn’t I empty the pockets of my jeans before I threw them in the wash? Now it’s forever gone.

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    Julie over 4 years ago

    Lovely drabble. I'm sure there are a few of us writers (not me, thankfully) who've done something like this.

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    Pearl (Bea) over 4 years ago

    Thanks, Julie. Heh, I've washed numerous items due to not checking all the pockets. Drivers license, credit cards, receipts, lighters, watches - I even once washed and dried a usb flash drive that I use to back up all my books. Thank goodness it survived!

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    Tony Spencer over 4 years ago

    I blame my wife, she washes anything that's not moving!

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    Bryan Thomas over 4 years ago

    Excellent, Pearl!

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