...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

My first job was in a nursing home - a terrible place in retrospect. It was in an old house, and the residents were so lonely. People rarely visited them. I only stayed there a couple of months, but it made a strong impression on me.

After all these years, I feel so free. Who knows where I might fly?

A moment might be a thousand different things.

This was her life. Not the life she had once dreamed of, not a life her younger self would ever have imagined or desired, but the life she was living, with all its complexities. This was her life, built with care and attention, and it was good.

Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.