The Bow That Got It’s Wish

That day as we cleaned up in our basement, rummaging through boxes of unending junk, I found a bow.  It was red, shiny and unused.  It was by itself in this box of doo-dads and had never been used.  I wondered how it got into this box but I put it aside and kept digging through things.  I put the bow up onto a rack and it sat there for some time. 

Days passed. 

Weeks passed.

The scenery in the basement hadn’t changed much.  We’d been clearing out space for a freezer and some fitness equipment.  One of which was a late Christmas present;  a set of cast iron dumbells.

I lugged the dumbells down the stairs and placed them on the rack I’d assembled the night before.  I looked at the overall area and felt satisfied.  I turned to head back upstairs and the bow caught my eye.  I walked over to it and looked at it.  I picked it up and looked at the dumbells.  I removed the paper exposing the adhesive and placed it on one of the thirty-five pound weights.

At last, it had fulfilled it’s purpose.

The end.