Member-only story
Glass
Fit this right………..here
Remembering what happened the last time he tried this was not helping.
Grant tweezed another little cube of glass from the tray and held his breath. The tremors were getting worse, not better like his doctor had promised. He’d tried using both hands, but that didn’t work and so all he could do now was hold his breath and laser in with insane focus. The colors swam a bit. He bit down on the leash of every nerve and…….dropped the cube into place.
It. Fit.
Snug. Perfect. Cuddled into its tiny space and never to be jarred out. Sort of like how Grant could feel here in the studio on the best days. It was cold out there today and he hadn’t heard anything from Lenny yet, but then ……. Right, wait. Yeah, he’d left the phone unplugged. It was ok; Lenny’s used to that. Grant knew he’d be by with groceries and the latest gossip. Time for the next trial by spatial alignment.
He breathed, stretched a little and bent back over the tray to find the next perfect piece.
One life reduced to the importance of a colored bit of glass; every yearning, each fall and each righting, every uttered word and every unspoken thought, each miserable season of failure and every brief bright triumph, each reaching for the unreachable and every sign that all is not lost, every 4am panic attack and…
