from pocketknife to USB and sometimes both
on a red bookshelf nightstand
a few nights before we were to move into a home with central air
i woke in a humidity daze
and noticed my husband’s pocketknife
resting peacefully beside his USB drive
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I like this! I was just talking about a pocket knife I had as a teenage girl.
My dad gave it to me for protection. As if I would ever stab someone. LOL
aren’t dads great?
mine gave me one, as well.
and then gave my husband the described above as a wedding gift when we were married.
he rarely carries it or has it out, needing the USB much more, so when i saw it that day, these words jumped out.