This is a piece of the story.



The issue is, you don't know you're in a story. You believe you're only some child. What's more, you would prefer not to put stock in the mole, or the phantom, or whatever it is the point at which it's your turn.



I chose without even a second's pause that the mole had not sparkled. It was a trap of the light, or a mind flight, or smoke and reflects, or any of those things individuals say that should clarify what happened yet don't. Anyway, I quit trusting the mole sparkled. I needed to.