Photo Story: The Spoon

image of fork and spoonThe fork snored lightly, sound asleep and unaware of what tomorrow would bring. He lay beside her, on his back, wide awake. Moonlight spilled across the room. In the quiet, he could hear everything. The neighbor’s cat and a faint melody that might have been a violin. A dog’s chortle. A cow’s moo. The clock’s tick. It was almost time to go. He was too tense to relax; too excited to sleep. One more hour. Then he would slip out of bed, grab his duffel, and go pick up Dixie.

He smiled, “What a dish!”

Tonight they were running away.

Beth Schmidt lives, writes, and hordes books in Pittsburgh, PA. Her work has appeared in the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and she blogs erratically at


Photo Credit: production AL1

8 Responses to “Photo Story: The Spoon”

  1. Ali says:

    Nice story thx

  2. Rita Sloan says:

    I love finally hearing the backstory of that couple!

  3. cCemmie says:

    So clever. It really does exercise the imagination!

  4. Barb Berk says:

    And now you know.

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