Paper
Brigit's Flame, February week 3, "heart shaped paper". Drabble, 99 words, no warnings.
The floor was covered with scrunched up, discarded papers: a sea of rejected, imperfect folds, all rough edges and unsightly shapes. Upon the wooden table rested a stack of perfectly square paper, sheets in every color possible. A man sat there, his fingers delicately folding another sheet, his concentration completely on the red shape forming beneath his hands. A final crease here, a final fold there … Gingerly he held the heart-shaped paper up to the light. Perfect at last. He opened up the compartment on the paper doll and slipped the heart inside, positioning it just so.
“Hello.”
The floor was covered with scrunched up, discarded papers: a sea of rejected, imperfect folds, all rough edges and unsightly shapes. Upon the wooden table rested a stack of perfectly square paper, sheets in every color possible. A man sat there, his fingers delicately folding another sheet, his concentration completely on the red shape forming beneath his hands. A final crease here, a final fold there … Gingerly he held the heart-shaped paper up to the light. Perfect at last. He opened up the compartment on the paper doll and slipped the heart inside, positioning it just so.
“Hello.”