(The story of)
The lost stork and the desperate girl
It took about as long for my heart to explode as it takes for a star to die. The same effect really, both very spectacular and yet unnoticed by billions. Heated up in a long progress, got bigger and - vanished. Left nothing to wonder about. Nothing but nothingness. I can't tell if stars feel pain but my explosion was such a sudden thing that I only came to think about it a while later.
It started with a couple of fatal nights a couple of weeks before that. Suffering. And it ended as soon as a stork got lost in my garden. He immediately dug for - and swallowed - a mole which must have been a matter of confusion as I don't picture furry, muddy moles to be very delicious.
He looked around, roamed around and spread his own confusion so it would strike me. Mission accomplished, Sir! I never used to be superstitious but this really made me hope my ancestors had been wrong about the stork/baby thingy.
Poor storky got chased off shortly afterwards, maybe he had only realised he had chosen the wrong person. Turns out, no one I know is going to have a baby too soon. Plus, we had him get rid of one of our countless moles - what a useless "skadedjur" anyway!
