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Short: Breakfast in Bed
On Mother's Day in Willow Bend, Mom was told to stay in bed. There was a plan, and the plan was breakfast.
She could hear it from upstairs. Sam was in charge. A cupboard opened on the LEFT. A drawer shut on the RIGHT. Something rolled a long way and stopped.
"Where does she keep the big pan?" said a voice.
Mom knew. It was in the cupboard LEFT of the stove, under the lids. She said nothing. She had been told to rest.
Then came the smell of toast. Then came the smell of toast that had been in too long. A window opened.
At last the door swung wide and in came the tray, held very level, with Sam walking like someone on a rope. On the LEFT side was a cup of coffee, a little spilled. On the RIGHT was a flower in a juice glass. In the middle was the second batch of toast, and a card.
"Do not go in the kitchen," said Sam.
"I would not dream of it," said Mom.
She ate every bite. It was the best breakfast of the year, and she said so, and she meant it.
Later she went RIGHT down to the kitchen anyway. There was one clean spoon LEFT in the drawer. She made a fresh cup of coffee, stirred it with that, sat down among the pans, and read her card again.
Happy Mother's Day. Whatever you are holding now is yours to keep.