Unfinished Business
Cleaning up, in the kitchen, she goes to wipe away a small black seed from the counter.
But the small black seed moves, and then walks hastily off in the other direction.
No, I am not a seed, the little bug seems to be saying.
No, it is not saying anything, but going off on its own, reminded by her sponge that it has business to do elsewhere.
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