idol friends and rivals | week 2 | 1806 words
It started with spoons.
Max was about three at the time, or so his mother always said. It was her story—he was just a character in it. He couldn't actually remember that far back.
His mother said she realized one day that half the kitchen spoons were missing. She had no idea where they'd gone until she uncovered a stash of them in the back of Max's closet, hidden behind stuffed animals and winter shoes.
"Why on earth did you take these?" she asked him, and he told her it was because they were smooth and shiny.
She put the spoons back in the kitchen, and told him to leave them there.
Max didn't remember any of it, but he knew he used to visit the kitchen when he was little and take spoons out of the silverware drawer to roll across his hands and to tilt this way and that to catch the light. It was hard not to keep them, but he had promised he wouldn't.
He added other things to his collection, instead.
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