Short Stories

Staples and Glue

When I was birthed into this world by a glue making company, my job was to stick things together, like paper, wood, furniture, and hell I can even make slime! But what kind of thing do i get from my mom?

"You're no stapler though." she would always say, even though I can put more things together than she can. She says my dad was a glue, just like me...but he was before i could meet him. Mom said she lost him to the use of a child constantly using his goop for art projects that weren't even art.

"Why does it matter if I'm a stapler or not?! I can still get the job done as much as you can!"

"Take that back young lady!" I stared at her.

"Never!" I tried to run away, but I realized I couldn't because I didn't have feet.

"Elmera.." My mother sighed."Do you know why I'm always so stern with you?"

"It always sounds more like yelling but okay."

"Because I don't want you to end up like your dad..he was a good man, he was the paper to my pen. And when i saw him go I just couldn't take the pain.."

"Mom..If i could comfort you right now i would.." I cried, imagining I had tears.

"Thanks honey.." she probably smiled.

"And mom"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Elmera."