Kindness

“Kindness” by Holly Sheidenberger

That little kid is screaming so loud his poor mother probably can’t even hear the old bag berating her.

“That child needs some discipline,” the old witch hisses.

Maybe I can help. I set my phone to record and cross the parking lot to the bitter old woman.

“Might I interview you for a podcast on the subject of kindness?” I ask. She pastes on a smile and fixes her hair.

“Oh yes, I always taught my own children to be kind,” she says, glaring at the tantrumming toddler.

“I’m sure our viewers would love to see a good example,” I say, dragging her over to the young mother’s car. “Why don’t you give her a hand.”

The old lady reluctantly unloads the bags from the cart into the trunk, while the mother buckles the now-subdued child into the car.

“Mission accomplished,” I whisper.

I sneak away, chuckling. I don’t really have a podcast.

The Dream

“The Dream” by Holly Sheidenberger

Bolt upright in bed he sat, sweating and panting. Looking left, he sighed gratefully when he saw that she was still next to him.

Remembering the cold look, the papers, the walk away, and the end. Divorce. It was a terrible dream.

He vowed, there in the dark, next to his sleeping wife, to change.

She still raged and cried, for mysterious reasons. But this time, he held her silently.

She still told stories about her day, but this time he listened and tried to care. They weren’t as boring as he had thought.

One day the ice melted and she smiled at him, just like she used to.

A week passed, a month, and a year. They liked each other again.

One morning on the table she left an envelope, with a sticker that said “Please Shred.”

Inside: Divorce papers dated one year ago. The day before The Dream.