Little Tasks

Instead of reading, she decided to clean the windows. They had never been cleaned in all the years that she had lived there. Streaks of old soap and dirt gauzed the morning sun as it entered the room. Pictures of faces and notes that she and her boyfriend had left each other were traced on the glass, ending with muddy fingerprints. It took a long time to clean them and she thought how pleasant a task it was. Naturally, when she was finished, she was overcome with a terrible sense of grief and she sat on the floor and wept.

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