PHOTO PROMPT © J.S. Brand
“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?