My Cardboard Balcony

Mur by Belinda Roddie mur hur dur sometimes when you don't have much to say you confirm with blurs

I couldn't find my pencil holder, no matter how I tried. I checked within my backpack, but it just wasn't inside. I checked my desk, I checked the tables, I checked my husband's room. I checked the downstairs and the upstairs, feeling certain doom. I missed my little pencil holder, jewel-gunned and fine - it had lovely jewel patterns that my daughter said were mine.