Mom reached for the basket and lifted it. They formed a trail, and if he followed it, it led to the upturned basket weaved of bamboo and emptied of fruit. Sunflower seeds pockmarked the soil where he had dropped a few in his hurry, visible among the blades. Danny’s stomach dropped she was disappointed, he knew, and he looked at the grass beneath his feet. They fluffed back in place, remaining twisted out of shape. “I saw Dash doing it in school.” He tried to smooth the frayed parts. His palm wasn’t the size of Dad’s or even Jazz’s, but it engulfed this feather like a giant.ĭid it have feelings? Maybe it felt the same as he did, standing under the shadow of Mom. Peeking out of it was a feather, soft and silvery and the length of his pinky. This isn’t right.”ĭanny turned over his clenched fist.
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