Choisey le Roi
A stuffed toy thrown for a dog led to the plate's fall and demise. As the airborne toy tore the plate from it's perch, my perceptions became slow motion. The plate twirled and twisted on it's axis as it approached terra firma, on a collision course with a jubilant black German Shepherd Dog leaping upwards to grab an errant toy in her jaws.
I have always felt that we live an ethereal existence, with the things around us being little different. Yet this plate had survived over two centuries intact and cared for. It was one of my wife's prized possessions. No more. I am a lucky man. My wife forgave me, and life goes on.