I drink coffee, eat porridge with apple and almonds for crunch, for noise, while I listen to the dead quiet of a house too big, filled only with memories of mornings alive with conversation, joy and heart. Yours now stilled, routine gets me through, my own not in it anymore.

Amanda Le Rougetel doesn’t mind being short and really enjoys writing short-form stories. She blogs at fiveyearsawriter.blogspot.com and teaches through writingastool.ca.