Sticks

I sighed in near resignation.

I picked the small glass bottle up from the surface of the dinner table and shook a few of its contents out onto the smooth wood in front of my algebra book. I liked the sound that the toothpicks made when they tapped against the table. It reminded me of glass.

We used to play a game called Pick-up-sticks. There was this little cylinder-shaped tin container full of brightly colored plastic sticks, and you would dump it out on the floor. It was best played on carpet. The object of the game was to take turns picking up each individual stick without moving the other sticks in the process.

I returned the toothpicks to the bottle and attempted problem 13 once again.

It was a fun game.