His boss, the Aligner, found Leo’s desk one morning.
Leo was a Shape Bender. Not a rebel, exactly—more of a fidgeter. He worked at the Blueprint Bureau, where his job was to copy designs from the Master Pattern. But every time Leo traced a circle, his hand would twitch. The circle would become an oval. A square would soften at the edges into a puddle-like blob. A straight line would develop a curious, wandering wiggle. shape bender
“Leo,” the Aligner said, holding up a blueprint. “This ‘cube’ you drew looks like a lumpy potato.” His boss, the Aligner, found Leo’s desk one morning
“Here be curves. Handle with wonder.” wandering wiggle. “Leo
“It’s a comfort cube ,” Leo said softly. “Potatoes are friendly.”
Leo gasped. The flower turned toward him.