Stasis
There is a wheel spinning inside your left temple, its rotations sluggish and unwieldy, as though it is not properly bolted to its axle. It reminds you of a washing machine nearing the end of its cycle, the keel of its load too much for the barrel to toss.
Sweet Pea
Grown-ups now, I was tall, like a man, and Betty was still short, like a child. We’d travelled across towns and men and still ended up living close together again, in the same housing estate, almost right next to each other, raising our families.
The Sewing Room
On the occasion of her retirement, a schoolteacher looks back on her life.