“This is Cecil!” The man the swept up a small pile of rocks from the chair and
showed them to Gina with a flourish. “He has been my companion for many years.”
Gina could see the pile of rocks was glued together and they had a face crudely painted on them. Gina couldn’t help but to giggle. “My apologies Mister…”
The man said, “Hammurabi Finch, and Master Cecil, at your service.” He then gave Gina a deep bow.
This is where the entire story begins to revolve around Cecil!
Actually. No, No it doesn’t.
A snippet I added to my story in honor of an old friend.