The moment Fiorella realized she was mentally apologizing to a small piece of cardboard which looked like a starfish wearing a red hat for not find it a proper home yet was the moment that she realized she is a jigsaw puzzle nut.
Yes, it's two weeks now, and Fio's become acquainted with all the leftover pieces--and feels empathy for every one of them. It must be hard to remain on the table when your friends are sitting smugly in their appropriate places--like being the last one chosen for an elementary school kickball team.
But the time will come when the pieces will all be appropriately situated, and when Fio will cease to regard them as individuals, but dump them in a baggie for donation to The Caring Place. Such is the death and cosmic rebirth of a jigsaw puzzle
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