It’s Over When …
It’s little things. Always. — A Story in 100 Words.
It’s little things. Always. — A Story in 100 Words.
I had to return something at the store. It was the wrong size (and a dreadful color). As I waited in line, I noticed a little tchotchke that I thought she’d find amusing. Nothing fancy, mind you.
It’s not that I wasn’t thinking of her; I was always. But something had shifted.
There was a time when I wouldn’t give that a second thought.
But now?
When the desire to do the little things goes away …well, then, it’s over.
It IS the little things.
It was then that I knew what I had to do.
I didn’t want to.