The Infinite Sadness of Small Appliances

It was cancer, right? Your mother had cancer. They could have had better treatments. There should have been a cure by now. Think about it.

There was a time, not so long ago, when refrigerators could not dream and vacuum cleaners could not weep.

And let me know. Please. I have milk and cheese. They can’t go above thirty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. They won’t last.

And lastly, I thank you, dear reader, for you are the one who creates magic out of these words on paper. You are the one who understands that even the smallest of characters can carry a great weight, and that courage is at the heart of everything.

...his worst fears were confirmed. They'd been in there. They were fast, obviously, and the room was in chaos. Papers were strewn across the floor. His desk chair was upended, and it seemed like half of the books on the shelves had been pulled down and now lay like dead birds, their wings open among the other debris on the floor.