Dust to Dust

Crawling in between the letters of my keyboard I found little pieces of lint. they were supsended on the keys, like when a spider is on a tree bark trying not to be noticed.
I said. Hey there, little furry dots!, and they would pretend that they didn't hear me.
There is a cashier at the cafe who has a smily soul. Whenever I face her, I feel that I could paint yellow smiley faces on the walls. If I brought her over and had her address these little lint beings, they would not be able to help themselves, they would jump for joy and wriggle in joyous laughter. That was the effect she would have.