Name: April Fleck
Description: mangled, silver, standard
He came bearing gifts of sweettarts and diet coke and a smile so wide it would swallow the Pacific in a gulp. I become increasingly aware of the possibility of pipe dreams. I search my pockets for something to give him, to even out the playing field and my hands find nothing but an old silver paperclip. I hand it to him sheepishly. He laughs and says, "For me?" and takes it. A small piece of metal in larger than life hands. The longer we stand there the more deformed the paperclip becomes, and he begins to jab me with the sharp edges. I tell him about your paperclip project, Megan, and he asks if I am going to write about him. I tell him I'll think about it. I do not think about it. I simply do it.
