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Date Posted: Monday, February 06, 02:20:56pm
Author: sk
Subject: another belated drabble (207 words)

I am almost caught up here:

Musical Instrument (11/4)
Darkness (12/10)

It really wasn't all that hard to stay busy. Even now that Adam went to preschool in the mornings there was still plenty to do, errands to run and business to see to while he was in class, and the familiar shepherding activities of caring for an active little boy when he was home. By the time she got him to bed -- teeth cleaned, stories read, and the multitude of questions answered for the day -- she would fall asleep in the armchair downstairs more often that not, her glass of wine untouched on the side table.

Tonight she was more restless, a pulled muscle in her calf from a too-ambitious jump off the swings at the park keeping her from sliding into relaxation, so she woke up before the tape was over. She played it for Adam every night, a regular part of his bedtime routine after the teeth, stories and questions, a lullaby from a father who was often not at home. A recording of someone who she still couldn't quite think of in the past tense. So she sat in the dark room and waited for the cassette to finish, waiting until she could climb the stairs to sleep in her too-large bed.

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