Today incidental placement on a shelf showed me starkly the differences between two people in my life.
One object was a gift from a friend. He had seen my interest in the object and heard my passing exclamation at its prettiness, and later acquired it. Then, he had found something else to make it prettier. He'd given it to me as a gift, on my birthday. The object has sat in a position of prominence wherever I've lived since then. It's one of the prettiest things I own, and I treasure it.
The other thing had been given to me in passing, as an afterthought, by someone who was going to throw it away. I'd treasured it on the same shelf, right next to the gift.
Why do we treasure the things thrown to us by people who don't care? How do we delude ourselves into treasuring a paper duck the way we treasure a vase? And why do we give people top shelf in our lives when we don't matter in theirs?
Write a story where two objects- be they gifts or possessions or trash- demonstrate the differences between two people.
I cleared off a shelf in my life today. I hope you have friends and good people and relationships to treasure in yours.
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