About the work

The spoon was left behind, probably. Not here, but in the apartment they all shared before this afternoon, before the sauna. Someone cleared out, hastily, forgot a few small things, and this was one of them. It’s too heavy for soup, too elegant for breakfast cereal. They found it in the back of a drawer, perhaps, or on the floor under a bed. Now, it’s a worry stone, a small, cold comfort in the quiet that has settled after the heat. The question is, did they try to give it back?