Small Pleasures 소설 & 이야기

Jamal cried out and I swear the crabs had suddenly picked up their pace at Jamal's words to escape since they hurriedly disappeared into the sand. "They're very small Jamie, almost the size of a big spider and I'm not even sure if it's edible," I explained and then from the corner of my eye, I noticed Logan tapping at his watch. "Anyway, we have to be back at the shop, we're running late. Bye!"

The afternoon light glanced down like a slice of gold through the billowing clouds, scattering through the streets of Sterling in dispersed glints and flashes. People skittered this way and that, pausing to hail a passing cab, to inspect a broken lace torn free from a shoe, or to simply stop and chew the fat with a fellow. In short, it was that time of day, after the small meal has been taken, when people seem most relaxed in their digestion and less wary of their surroundings. That is to say, it was the opportune moment for a scallywag such as our little mongrel Mylo to pinch a rogue penny from an unattended purse, or to lend a helpful ear to those whose tongues perpetually wagged.

Haha! ~Miss Pretty

It's scary sometimes, but not in a bad way. I will never take anything in my life for granted. Not even the small things. Especially not the small things. I've realized that there's so much beauty in the small things I do, like telling Scarlett about my day, laughing about pointless things with her, kissing her before I leave for work. Beauty, it's all around us. We just need to look closer.

However, Khuraan knew that flowers should always be handled gently or else they lose the fragrance of love and the texture of beauty! ‘I should eat something sweet and cold to calm this beast.’ The man sighed and walked away towards the kitchen with a mild boner. All the Lancaster guests were supposed to stay in the manor that very night. And everyone had already scurried away to their room since it was past midnight.

As he watched her, he couldn't help but notice the grace and confidence with which she moved around the small kitchen. Time seemed to slow down as he observed her, his admiration growing with each passing moment. There was a delicate shyness in her smile, a flicker of vulnerability in her gaze whenever their eyes met. It was a dance of glances and shy smiles, building a connection that went beyond words. In that moment, a profound realization dawned upon Stephen. He understood that true happiness didn't depend on material possessions or the grandeur of one's surroundings. It was about being in the presence of someone special, someone who made the simplest moments feel extraordinary.

When the waiters brought out buckets of instant noodles, the entire room fell silent. Every guest froze. Then, the whispers started. Their expressions turned strange, eyes full of disdain. My mother-in-law, Nancy Tucker, looked like she had just swallowed poison. As for me, I acted like nothing was wrong. I picked up the microphone and cheerfully waved to everyone to start eating. "What are you all waiting for? Go on, eat. Don't tell me none of these flavors suit your taste," I said.

“Yara… I know we’re taking things slowly, but… I just want you to know that every day I get to spend time with you, even in small ways, matters.” Her chest tightened, emotions fluttering in a way that made her both nervous and warm. “I appreciate that,” she said softly. “I do.” He looked at her, eyes steady. “And I promise, I’ll keep proving it. Every day, in whatever way you let me.” Her fingers brushed his accidentally—just a small touch as she reached for her cup. The contact lingered, unspoken yet electric. Jamal smiled softly, not moving his hand away. “Even the little things matter,” he said quietly.

Sienna gazed at the modest hut grateful for the strangers who for no reason other than kindness chose to save her. “Whenever you are ready to talk her,” Mrs Wood said softly “the phone is yours again.” Sienna nodded. “Dinner is ready.” Mrs Wood called out in nurturing and calm voice. The table was small and simple, covered with a faded cloth and three mismatched bowls. The Steam rising from the food filled the room with a comforting aroma of herbs and fresh vegetables. It wasn’t luxury, but it looked like care and that meant more to Sienna than a silver tray ever could.