The Small Hours
by Ash
· 22/11/2025
Published 22/11/2025 11:50
The kitchen light, a harsh, yellow square.
Couldn't sleep.
The sound of the can opener, loud,
a small metal shriek in the quiet.
Tomato soup, red and thick.
It steamed, a thin cloud, above the chipped bowl.
My spoon, a small clink on the edge.
Warmth spreading slow in the dark house.
Just this.
The simple salt, the slight burn.
A small, human sound
in the middle of nothing.