For “6 Sentence Stories,” our word this week is “space.” That reminds me of the story I shared last time, but I went in a different direction than that.
Her chest constricts; there’s not enough space, too many people in this room.
If she sits in the pew, she prefers the edge, as the middle is stifling, and she prefers a clear view of the door in any room.
The quarter she spent in a small, windowless math class was torture.
She feels sad not to sing, but the practice room is too small, too crowded with this new choir — she’s tried.
When people ask her why she doesn’t sing in the choir, she says she can’t because she works during the time that they practice.
Even when that wasn’t an outright lie, she was not being honest.