Chunk Birthday Quotes

Where were the years? Were they in the rustling leaves of the ash, the chunks of soil, the lichen-covered stone? Were they around her now, the hundreds of minutes experienced, the birthdays, the family holidays or Sunday lunches? Moments like this, when sitting still she could hear the engines and gears of all the lived lives?

Stella got a glass of fruit punch and started screaming again — my tooth was bobbing around in her punch alongside the cherries and pineapple chunks. When she took a breath between screams I asked her if I could please have my tooth back. She threw it at me. Luckily it missed. Unluckily, it landed in the mouth of her yawning grandmother who swallowed it. Thankfully, there was nothing left to do but sing “Happy Birthday” and eat the cake. I accidently