For closet fans of DD, I regret to inform you that he’s gone. He was the Dammit Doll of a co-worker. The co-worker resigned, taking DD with him. My sincerest hope is that DD falls from his cardboard box somewhere along the journey and thereby becomes liberated from his destined beatings. Maybe he’ll be found and adopted by a loving soul, pregnant cat, or woodland fairies. Our time together was so meaningful but so short. Wherever and with whomever he lands, let us imagine him a future of compassionate hugs rather than frustrated bashings.
Start a story with somebody opening a door.
You wake up and the world exists in black and white.
Friends will be friends until…