Spoons
This was always the best part of the day. The winding down. Moving slowly, languidly around the living room and kitchen, picking up the last remains of the day’s living. He sat on the couch watching as she circled the large dining room table, returning each of the place mats to its appointed spot on the table. He, being tall, would have stood in one place and been able to reach all four places without moving. But she, being shorter, had to walk around. He watched her every step, admiring her...