The fish scrunchy.
By Jorja R
The blue, rugged look of a small somewhat unimportant object holds more than meets the eye.
The fish print a representation of where she lay, memories lost within the cotton exterior, memories of little girl, a forgotten girl.
Wearing it is like having her presence beside me, the scent a reminder of a happy place, a calm place.
My hair heavily burdened in its embrace, as though she were upon my shoulders…
My one and only fish scrunchy.
