The box sat there, offering the mother its challenge. She successfully cut the tapes binding it together, and dumped the contents onto the floor. Then she picked up the instruction sheet and studied it, finally ripping it to shreds, so frustrated was she by instructions unintelligible to the human mind. Then, looking at the confetti like scraps strewn across the room, she began to struggle through construction of her child’s gift, hoping the use of logic would help her succeed. It was her ex-husband who did this to her. Knowing how difficult it was for her to interpret instructions, he sent their son this unassembled toy “as was.” Now she must struggle alone to put it together by his birthday tomorrow. She stared at the pieces. How was she going to do this? Knowing it would be a long night, she calmly brewed a pot of coffee, breathed deeply and shoved all the miscellany from her mind. She felt more relaxed as she added amaretto flavoring to her coffee. She returned to the room and stared at the clutter of pieces. She studied the pictures of the toy on the box, then she studied the parts. Ah, she thought, this piece, A, connects with B here, using this screw. She continued, aided by her visual acumen when the instructions distracted her. Gradually, and after a few senior moments and many choice words, the toy took shape, emerging as the picture said it would. Finally, the last piece, I. She cautiously slipped piece it into place, bridging pieces G and H, completing the toy after three hours of tedious work. All that was needed now was a battery, “not included.” To a drawer she went, where she fished out the one working battery. She inserted it. It didn’t work! When she checked the toy she realized the I-connection wasn’t correct. She adjusted it and the toy lit up and emitted its shrieky sounds. Ah, sweet success. All because the I-contact worked. ---written by Carolyn in response to a writers group prompt given verbally: The Eye (I) Contact | 
