Thursday, January 18, 2018
Spoon
Every morning our kitchen drawer that is home to our knives, forks, and
spoons offers me my pick of spoons for my coffee. About two years ago I
remember running the garbage disposal with one of these spoons within
its jaws. Three seconds of clamor and panic left it forever different
from the rest, its factory edge nicked and jagged. Three seconds of
being in a place never designed for a spoon has left it...changed.
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