Good Enough



“Do you really think you can do it?”

I nodded into my coffee but my heart fluttered an I-don’t-know.

“You’ll ruin the whole thing.” Stacey stuffed the last bite of bagel in her mouth and grabbed her bag, leaving me the clean up. How symbolic.

I rinsed the pot and the grounds swirled like time into the sink.

My eyes gazed out the window. We hadn’t touched Dad’s stuff. The almost-finished totem. His tools.

“You’re good at this,” he’d once said.

His praise had sustained me, but was I good enough to complete the carving that now he never would?


For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers


28 thoughts on “Good Enough

    • Yes, perhaps. Or perhaps finishing the project will allow closure and become a piece that celebrates their connection. I don’t know that we — or the narrator — knows for sure what they’d do. Is Stacey against finishing the work or is she for it being finished but worries her sibling won’t measure up and would indeed ruin it? Is she jealous of the carving connection her sibling had with their father, and if so, what is the best way to manage it–by her, by her sibling? Grief is complicated, isn’t it? Thank you for the comment!


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