by Anne-Marie Hoeve

Spoons. You say you’ve bought new spoons. They are nice, but what’s wrong with mine? “Too deep,” you say. My floral 70s sugar bowl has already been replaced as has the tall glass vase Mum gave me to hold my birthday rose. And when I fill the dishwasher you reorganize it to fit more in. You are right. I am no good at Tetris. But now the cupboards have been rearranged and I can’t find a damn thing. Little by little I too am being polished, moved and improved. And maybe there’s really no room left for me.

A former prairie girl now working as a freelance copywriter in Amsterdam, Anne-Marie Hoeve has an MA in English Literature and a passion for reading and writing flash and micro fiction. One of her stories has appeared in a recent anthology in the UK. She is also working on a novel set in her current hometown.