The Chest-shaped Heart

Meanwhile, in Some Dimension…

Amid the crowd, a little girl fixated on a heart-shaped object. After hours of holding it, she sat beside me, still staring. I asked, “Is this a chest?”

“Yes, it’s my heart,” she said.

“What’s inside?”

“I don’t know; I don’t have the key.”

“But there’s no lock—it’s open.”

“Ooooh,” she whispered.