it's all about choice.

the spoon falls and the silence is broken.
the silvery sound it made on the floor echoes in my ear.
the syrup glistens on the tiles.
i pick up the slice of mandarin orange but it slides and escapes my thumb and forefinger.
i am distracted from the machinations of my mind.
sigh.
i dread the chore of standing up and getting another spoon.
i sip the syrup from the bowl and eat the remaining fruit with my fingers.
i can live without the spoon.