Ten of Them

"Count my fingers. This person was on some pretty hard stuff. Are there paw addicts roaming around?" Mariana thought to herself. She suppressed a giggle and tried to fold the paper neatly into her cleavage, but the creases made the result more of a crumpled ball of something that had once been readable.

She did not need any of those conceptual and philosophical instructions in her life. Her own mind produced enough of that abstract nonsense, but the tip about the finger counting really made her doubt the sanity of the person who had fashioned this anonymous calligraphic work of art.

Maybe it was the musings of someone who had merely been terrifyingly bored while writing, and therefore, this person had decided to pull a prank.