Small Things Like These

by Claire Keegan

Always it was the same, Furlong thought; always they carried mechanically on without pause, to the next job at hand. What would life be like, he wondered, if they were given time to think and reflect over things? Might their lives be different or much the same – or would they just lose the run of themselves?

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