Small Things Like These

by Claire Keegan

But it cut him, all the same, to see one of his own so upset by the sight of what other children craved and he could not help but wonder if she’d be brave enough or able for what the world had in store.

Before long, he caught a hold of himself and concluded that nothing ever did happen again; to each was given days and chances which wouldn’t come back around. And wasn’t it sweet to be where you were and let it remind you of the past for once, despite the upset, instead of always looking on into the mechanics of the days and the trouble ahead, which might never come.

It seemed both proper and at the same time deeply unfair that so much of life was left to chance.

‘You don’t mind bringing the foreigners in.’ ‘Hasn’t everyone to be born somewhere,’