Big Spoon Little Spoon Novels & Stories

Slowly, the hall returned to its rhythm: Spoons scraping bowls. Soft conversation. A child being hushed by an older woman. The clatter of a dropped cup. Life continues, even in the shadows. I lifted the spoon, hands trembling slightly, and tasted the broth. Warm. Savory. Real. And unexpectedly comforting. Jessa smiled when she saw my expression. “Told you. The little things.” She nudged my knee lightly under the table, a simple gesture that said: You’re not alone here. Not while I’m with you. And for the first time all morning -

“That’s all I ask. We’ll take it one step at a time.” A little hope flickered inside me. Later he asked playfully, “So… hugging and cuddling. Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?” My cheeks burned. “I know what it is, but I’ve never actually done it.” He smiled softly. “It’s comforting. Like a warm, safe hug.” I bit my lip. “I… I’d like to try.” “All right. Little spoon?” I winced. “I can’t. It’ll hurt on the pillow.”

"William Shakespeare who? its Kristopher Farmington!" Namjoon entered with Derek who was eating carrots. "Papa lets eat together. you need the energy" Everyone laughed at Derek's unwillingness to eat vegetables and cute cunning behaviour to get rid of them

I bring out also 2 plate and 2 small bowl for the soup "What the heck?" She lifts my lunch bag. ''How can this small bag fit so much containers?" She asked bewildered. I shrug my shoulders. I don't know either. Mommy do all this things. I gave Sunshine my spoon which she did not accept at first but when I place the spoon for the third time in her hand she realize that I'll not stop until she accepts the spoon. "You're so stubborn." She mumbled. I nodded in agreement. "Why's your spoon so heavy?"

He rubs her back and she gestures to the problematic spoons, “I don’t see a difference, the size is the same, the position on the table is virtually indistinguishable from this other spoon. But using it for anything other than its intended purpose is ‘frowned upon most deeply’.” She sighs, giving up for now. George has again chosen her food for her, as she’s been drowning in the spoon section, struggling to see the spoons for the other mildly different spoons. George looks at the spoons in question, and frowns,

On the tray in front of her were two pieces of leftover toast, a small bowl of fruit purée she’d barely touched, and a white plastic spoon that had apparently just been rejected on principle. Salma sat on the sofa, folding one of Poppy’s tiny cardigans while watching all this with the expression of a woman who had spent far too long around Belskys to be surprised anymore. “What now?” I asked. Poppy held up the spoon between two fingers, her face full of personal disgust. “This is a sad spoon.” I stopped at the bedside. “Excuse me?” “Look at the shape.” She pointed at it seriously. “It’s flat. It has no spirit. I want a spoon that’s... uplifting.”

She pointed at the small spoon, the first piece at my right side. “Yeah, I know that.” I nodded. “Then this is a soup spoon, it is for the soup.” She then next uttered and pointed at the spoon with a wider circular end. “Okay? But it could also be for the rice, vegetable, egg, and etcetera, isn’t it?” I said. “Listen to me young lady, why do you think these are in different sizes and appearance?” she asked me and I tilted my head towards the utensils as the two ladies just remained at the side and watched us in silence.

I pick up the spoon. Scoop. Hold it out. She looks at it like it insulted her. “I’m not eating that.” “You will.” “No, I won’t.” I don’t lower the spoon. We stay like that. Locked. Waiting. Her jaw tightens. “You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re stalling.” “I’m not—” “Eat.” She slaps my hand away. The spoon clatters against the bowl. Some of the contents spill over the edge. Silence. Sharp.

Chapter 6 “Good morning, Little one.” “Good morning, Charley. I got you some breakfast and coffee. There was a nice little diner inside. I thought it would be like those creasy spoons you see on T.V., I was surprised it was really nice in there. I didn’t know what you liked so I got you a little of everything thing.” “Well, that was nice of you, thanks.”