I’m currently recuperating from a knee replacement (happily but painfully). I thought I might write about knees, but I’ve been so moved by the kindness of friends that I decided to share a short story I wrote about connections. Better than boring you with knee issues. Enjoy. No School She sat alone in the wing-back chair, a delicate rose-painted teacup perched on the table beside her, contents long cold. Staring vacantly through frosted panes at the falling snow, she lifted a half-knit sock from her lap. Magenta. Not that she needed socks—just something to keep her hands busy. A voice...

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