Shell

shell.

“Is the turtle dead?” I ask, again.

Initially I relied on Lucas for stats on our sometimes dead-looking new pet. Now I just ask to bother him a bit, and let him feel smarter than me.

No, Mom,” my thirteen year old rolls his eyes, exasperated and a little amused,“and he wasn’t dead the last time you asked.”  I smile, relieved.

Turns out, isolating self-protection and inner-deadness are tricky to differentiate when something is wearing a hard enough shell. 

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Photo: Emlynn Photography

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