short fiction · 2026-10-14

Quiet Light

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the kitchen, morning light lay thin across the counter, catching the fine dust that spun in slow circles above the wooden board. A spoon left from last night’s tea caught a glint, its curve holding a tiny rainbow that trembled as the air shifted. Outside, a leaf on the sill shuddered, then stilled, its edge trembling like a held breath. I watched the light move, not as a spectacle but as a quiet presence, and felt the room breathe with it.