She tried not to judge him. His ratty clothes and unkempt hair made him look homeless.

Was he
really the next Einstein as she had been told? On the off chance it was true, she continued to try
not to judge him.
The chair sat in the corner where it had been for over 25 years. The only difference was there
was someone actually sitting in it. How long had it been since someone had done that? Ten
years or more he imagined. Yet there was no denying the presence in the chair now.
If you can imagine a furry humanoid seven feet tall, with the face of an intelligent gorilla and the
braincase of a man, you'll have a rough idea of what they looked like -- except for their teeth.
The canines would have fitted better in the face of a tiger, and showed at the corners of their
wide, thin-lipped mouths, giving them an expression of ferocity.
The leather jacked showed the scars of being his favorite for years. It wore those scars with
pride, feeling that they enhanced his presence rather than diminishing it. The scars gave it
character and had not overwhelmed to the point that it had become ratty. The jacket was in its
prime and it knew it.
Balloons are pretty and come in different colors, different shapes, different sizes, and they can
even adjust sizes as needed. But don't make them too big or they might just pop, and then bye-
bye balloon. It'll be gone and lost for the rest of mankind. They can serve a variety of purposes,
from decorating to water balloon wars. You just have to use your head to think a little bit about
what to do with them.
It was a concerning development that he couldn't get out of his mind. He'd had many friends
throughout his early years and had fond memories of playing with them, but he couldn't
understand how it had all stopped. There was some point as he grew up that he played with
each of his friends for the very last time, and he had no idea that it would be the last.