An Inconsequential Shelling

I have to make myself so small to survive extended periods of time with most of my family that sometimes I simply vanish.

Yesterday, there was a poof and I was gone.

The downtrodden shell that remained did not deserve a voice. It wouldn’t have been the me you’ve read about here every day for the past however-many years. So, I remained silent.

I’m back a bit today and thought I’d explain.

Or try to.

How’d I do?

Until tomorrow…


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