At a craft fair, I met a old lady who makes unique feather art pictures. She selects, dyes, glues the feathers onto a background (painted or simple) and frames them. I wanted to reference her online, unfortunatly, she said she wasn’t available there. She seemed like a nice woman, a go-getter, but I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t want to share her work everywhere.
I wiggled my nose, blinked my eyes, and took a few steps back when a man approached the table. He was tall, wore a hat. His confident hands held out a group of bottle-caps. “Look, honey,” he said. “I’ve found a new cap for my collection.”
She replied, “What on earth are we going to do with so many bottle caps? Sometimes I don’t understand you.”
“That’s what makes us work.” He kissed her cheek.