The silence was disturbed by the continuous rustling of paper. The persistence of the noise rattled those at the table working out their sums. Undaunted by their sighs and groans the baby brother worked over his paper relentlessly. His little hands folded and refolded and unfolded and folded again. His eyes determined; his fingers never stopping. Each fold contained the imprecision of his small years. Yet with each measured crease there was a consistency that balanced his lack of accuracy.

Finally the relentless paper rattling ended. The pace of the sums quickened, with sighs of relief. Without stopping to even survey his model, he took hold of the bottom edge of the lined paper. His tongue poked out the side of his mouth–a line connecting directly to his focus. He raised his arm back and threw the paper creation. Watching it loop wildly in the air, bounce off his brother, and end its flight, he finally paused.

His paper airplane was complete.

Paperwork – Photo by J.A. Goggans
Copyright 2019 J. A. Goggans

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