You notice the softness of it first, when it is thrust into your palm. On some days it is warm and on others, cold; sometimes dry, sometimes wet and occasionally, when you’re unlucky, sticky. Your fingers envelope it lovingly and entwine with the different parts of it as it yanks you forward or drags you back. Its motion is almost non-stop. You use it to steer its small owner along the street, navigating with firm squeezes and twists the potential perils of cars, dogs, puddles and pedestrians.
Tim Barlow Writes 
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