art by Shot Hot Design
by Joseph Zieja
Hers was a life of spoons. Their size, their shape, their ability to measure sugar. Maela lined them up in neat rows in front of the plain white ceramic cereal bowl filled with plain white porridge.
Indecision tugged at her like the coy beckoning of a distant lover's finger, tempting her towards one spoon over the other. The one with the deep oval head would scoop up great gobs of breakfast, but wasn't very good for scraping out the thin white lines that formed as the scraps of mush cooled and hardened. The one with the steep slope would help with that, but everything seeped over and dripped out of the shallow sides. And she could only choose one. One every morning. That was her promise to herself.
"Every morning, Maela?"
The hydraulics of the door to her kitchen hissed as they slid open. Kris walked in, her heels clacking on the tile floor. She pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Every morning," Maela said without looking up.