Duck Lake the frumious Bandersnatch!”

Blossom was quiet for a while. The bird, in her mind now considered a friend, probed its beak behind her ear.

I-Its alright momma. The man had left and for one, ridiculous moment, Blossom hoped he’d stay. Say something. Give her any reason at all to focus on anything besides this conversation that was going to rip her apart.

Her eyes glanced away. Again, the bird probed at her ear. Should she name it? She probably should shouldn’t she, if it was to probe her to death.

Snowdrop, then. After the flower. Like her.

Right, conversations she couldn’t run from.

Blossom swallowed.

…did I do something wrong? She had to have, it was the only way she could rationalize it in her head.