Our garage is like almost any garage – kind of ordinary in its rectangular-ness mixed with a hint of boring. It’s a space where only cars and items that aren’t quite loved enough to hangout inside live. The occasional yard tool loiters aimlessly against the wall. Every day I come home, open the door and am greeted with the sameness – the blandness. A life tucked away slowly passing through each season. I spend as little time as possible there. No particular reason to linger. Just grab everything from the car, close the door and wait for another day. Ordinary.
Then came Saturday when I opened the door and found…
Be sure to look for “Fifi and Mr. Pickles” a short by Topping Haggerty coming to you later this Summer.