“I work hard, Dad, but it’s never enough.” “Enough of what?” “Security. Vacations. A new car, bigger house.” “I’ve been there, Son. Know what the years have taught me?” “That’s why I’m here.” “You all went camping recently, right? “Yes. …...
She holds the fabric tape measure around her waist and marks with her thumb the place where the end meets the strip. She releases the end and studies the measurement. She looks at her notation from the last time she…...
Helen woke with a start. She discerned one nipple dripping. Had she missed a feeding? Her breasts were swollen, painfully so. She rubbed her eyes and realized Rafe was standing quite near their bed holding Benjamin and speaking to him…...
## The Immeasurable Spark Eliza’s fingers were sore from gripping pencils and paint brushes, her eyes strained from scrutinizing every line and angle. She had mastered the techniques, the precise measurements of proportion and perspective. Yet her drawings remained…...
How do you measure the loss of love? She wondered this as she watched her husband bring his dirty plate to the sink, and drop it, half-eaten food and wadded-up napkin, into the sink. Was it more evident…...
The love they felt was beyond measure. The day had finally arrived. Susan had trouble remembering all of the etiquette required for the big day. At last she was ready for make-up and hair. John was practicing his…...
In Mister Kessler’s science class Fletcher couldn’t seem to focus. His glasses were fogging up with nerves, normally the class jester, but now he was smitten by Rebecca. Desperately wished she would notice him as he definitely noticed her. From her…...
Tommy took the eggs from the fridge and the other ingredients from the pantry. He found the heavy frying pan underneath a pot. He crept towards the main bedroom and listened at the door. Satisfied they were both still sleeping,…...
“Measure,” I heard my mother’s voice as I unpacked my brand new sewing machine. The summer pyjamas were new and, as with all the pants I ever bought, too long for me. So, ignoring my mother’s advice, as always, I…...
“Grams, what is the correct length for the foundation chain?” Catia inquired. Her grandmother rocked rhythmically in the colonial wooden chair. The chair emitted a soothing ‘squeak-squeak’ sound with each forward rock, creating a mesmerizing metronome-like effect. “Grams?” Her grandmother…...