ACME anvil fell on head.
Chloe arms and legs flailed cartoonishly from the sides.
I swear I heard a taunting “BEEP-BEEP” of the Road Runner somewhere along the way.
Grief is like that, I suppose. It hits you out of nowhere and leaves creepy little birds circling around your aching head.
Apologies for the lack of posts the last few days. I was playing Wile E. out in my mind’s desert.