Daily Memory

One summer I went out collecting all of the frogs my little hands could carry. After some time I looked down and saw that my fist held five frogs laying limp with long sagging tongues.

Heart broken that I had crushed these creatures, I placed them in the grass and walked away before anyone found what I had done.

I came back later and the frogs were gone. It's a good thing I have obscenely large hands for a girl.