As I leave the shop and step down onto the pavement, contemplating which shoes to wear with the dress, I catch sight of another feather making me stop abruptly, the door slamming into my back. Bending down, I pick it up.
“What the hell is this?” I say out loud to no one.
It’s perfectly white and really similar to the others. Fumbling through my handbag, I manage to grab my phone. I lift the case off and carefully add it to my growing collection.
Passing by the Starbucks not far from our block, I decide to stop for a peppermint tea. After ordering, I sit down and stare at the back of my phone. Just staring, not thinking, almost like I’ve been hypnotized, until one of the baristas comes over and asks if I want something else. I flip my phone and cringe at the time, politely declining the
