Small Comforts

Short Story Issue Nine by Lauren Diethelm

Okay, she says, with only a little sigh as she shifts her weight around on her tired knees, turn around, let me see. She touches the small of my back softly, softly, propels me in a circle so I am facing her. The quiet, familiar touch of a parent. The instinctual response, son obeying mother. Her hands rest for only a moment on my tiny shoulders, one on each side, brush off dust that was never permitted to land in the first place, squeezes a little—small comforts, collecting me into …

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