Theo of Golden

Chapter 53

A feather, the pale gold of butter.

Theo placed it in a card to Ellen with a handwritten note.

Ellen,

I found this bit of blonde feather by the river today and thought of your Willa. Beautiful things sometimes get separated from their rightful place.

I wish you a pleasant Golden day and Willa a happy 31st birthday.

Grateful,

Theo

Well intentioned? Entirely.

Affectionate? Unquestionably.

Heartwarming? Perhaps.

Upsetting? Possibly.

Wise? Maybe not.

“Should I send it?”

Theo removed the feather and tore up the card. Maybe next year.