Nic Narrates

“I’m bad at gifts,” he warned. “I can’t help it. It’s a strange thing, you know? The whole ‘all eyes on me’ part…”

“I know what you mean. I get that way too, but I think you’ll like this one. I KNOW you will,” I said with a smirk.

He began to tear away at the bow and I could see the wheels turning in his mind….What could it be? What could it be?

“Any guesses?” I asked, though I knew he’d be wrong if he even tried.

With a shrug he cut and tore away at the paper until the box sat open and he saw what I’d done, running a hand along the smooth clean lines of the frame. He smiled as he took in the black and white pigments of song birds on a wire all in a row….odd and plain and simple and so us.

“It’s the same one…the one from that art fair all those months ago. You remembered. You found it,” he said, reaching for me. “This means…”

And that it meant what it did to him meant the world to me.

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