to be specific. I am not entirely sure where they came from, just that the ever present brown paper bag
full of them had a distinct presence on the second shelf of the kitchen cupboard
. The girl would eat them. She would crack the shells
, then leave them on the counter. The pile of shards would grow steadily, I would clean them. Much like small creatures working overnight
, the pile would return in my absence. I would clean it, and it would return.
So I hid them in the basement
. Now they are quietly shrivelling in their shells months at a time.