4160 Tuesdays, “Invisible Ben”

A tiny hummingbird lands on the lid of the gleaming grand piano you just wiped down with Lemon Lysol. The bird cries a single tear that slips down its feathers, falls into the piano’s soundboard, and melts with the tonewood. You can’t blame the small creature—if your eyes outweighed your brain, your eye juice would sing too.

4160 Tuesdays